I was a student in my mother's home county, with lots of her family nearby. She came to stay for a week and I took her around and about to catch up with her siblings. We went for lunch one day to her sister-in-law's; I'd only met that aunt a couple of times but was promised a rare treat because of all the women in the family she was known as the best cook. Which I should say, apart from one of my Cornish aunts, wasn't difficult.
Anyway, we arrived to a great smell... and then I realised what it was. Liver and bacon. I really can't eat liver. Really, I can't. Every time Aunt D left the room to check on something in the kitchen, I shoveled the liver from my plate to mother's - she loved the stuff. And of course every time Aunt D returned she brought more liver and heaped it on my plate as I clearly liked it so much. Mum whispered that she'd give me some of her pudding to make up for it. Ha! It was tapioca! Mum gobbled hers down, then we swapped plates and she ate mine. Fortunately I was able to refuse second helpings as I was so full after all that liver...
The worst thing about that meal was that it was my birthday!
Just don't start me on semobloominglina.
Edited because it's so disgusting I couldn't bring myself to spell it.