Cooking disasters, anyone? I was once faced with a culinary fiasco of mystifying proportions while living in an African village.
Expat life in Kenya
One night my mate came home bearing a gigantic blood sausage crafted from goat odds and ends, presented to him as a gift by a Kikuyu farmer who was concerned about my failure to produce a mtoto after an entire year of marriage. The sausage, then, was a fertility sausage.