I don't have any pics since this was all years ago, but I do have some tales of my grandma absolutely failing to cook.
She would make dinner every Sunday when I was a child. It was almost always something to look forward to.
However, as she got older, a couple of strokes and the following surgeries robbed her of some of her mental faculties, speed, and most importantly her eyesight.
Suddenly, operating on "what looks/tastes right" and her careful timing just led to some awful, awful messes. She would forget to add major ingredients, or to remove packaging from food before putting it in the oven.
One time she literally stuck a roast in the oven for hours with the plastic wrap still on it.
This sort of thing would never have happened just a few years prior.
Once, she decided to make chicken pot pie. Hers were always alright. Not quite the consistency I like (her gravy is a bit soupy) but it was always a decent meal and could hit the spot when you were craving something savory.
As usual, she threw in any leftover vegetables she had lying around. The usual stuff. Carrots, peas, corn, maybe some potatoes. But I encountered an odd, yellow rectangle among the mess.
I pull it out to feel it and it doesn't seem like a potato, since it's grainy and squishy. I go ahead and taste it on its own and hope it's nothing too weird.
It was pineapple. A lone piece of pineapple in a chicken pot pie.
So naturally I asked her about this.
>"Did you put pineapple in the pot pie?"
And she says
>"Only one piece!"
I was in awe. She didn't have extra pineapple and decide to dump it in and try it out (the sort of experimentation I would expect from her) but instead added only a single piece.
Where she got this piece from remains a mystery.