I was twelve years old. I was to have supper on the table when Mum and Dad got home. One night, I cooked Johhny Cake (cornbread) and sausages. It smelled delicious. My old man took the first bite. His face screwed up and he made for the garbage can, spat it out, turned to me and asked, "What the hell did you put in that?"

Unfortuately, there is a difference between Baking Powder and Soda Powder.... I learned it that day. "Meat and potatoes" from then on.