You're so not alone. I used to love to cook and I always made a big deal out of having dinner parties. And I always tried new recipes. I had many disasters. But the salty one is kinda funny and a good memory I have of my parents (both deceased now).

It was Easter 1989 or 1990 (I can't remember) and I was just a couple of years out of college. I had just had knee surgery so couldn't travel so I invited my parents to have Easter dinner at my little apartment. I was a HUGE coffee drinker and a pot was on when my parents arrived. Being all big-girlish, I offered my parents coffee. My dad and I both drank black but my mom liked cream and sugar. She also liked instant cofee, but that's another story.

Anyways, I give mom her coffee in one of my fancy coffee mugs. She didn't really drink it but I didn't think much of it.

I'd also baked muffins -- big, fluffy apple muffins (or some type of fruit, I don't remember). Mom takes a bite of her muffin and I notice she kinda spit it out into her napkin. Dad eats his whole muffin. I finally eat a little piece and it's totally salty. I decide to throw the muffins out to the birds (note, the birds wouldn't even eat them). I decide to make another batch of muffins....same result. I finally realize I'd put the salt into one of the cannisters and used it, thinking it was sugar.

My dad was the world's nicest guy and wouldn't have said anything because he loved me.

We all just laughed and laughed.

Oh, earlier in the week mom had spent the night with me when I had my surgery. She had thought my coffee was bad (I liked nice, flavored coffee), but we realized that she had used the salt then, too. Of course, she didn't tell me that at the time.

Silly me. I had this big-girl cannister set and needed to fill all four cannisters so I put the salt in one!!!