As a child, do you remember a dish that one of your parents fixed that was absolutely horrible? I remember just one that my father made. He fixed dinner while we were at a girl scout meeting. It was fried chicken and he had rolled it in pancake syrup before flouring it. Talk about nasty, it was disgusting. I still kid him about once in awhile and it was over 30 years ago. My mother never allowed him to fix fried chicken again. Much to my relief because fried chicken was my absolute favorite growing up.