I have 2 stories – first when my grandfather was alive and living with our family I cooked and served a lovely roast dinner, I went into the kitchen to get him some salt and came back only to find the dog tucking into my tuckey dinner so cheese on toast for me.
Second was when my mum used to grow our own vegetables, I went out on xmas morning to gather the leeks sprouts and parsnips for dinner only to find the ground frozen solid. I had to get kettles of water to free the blasted leeks and parsnips from the garden before I could cook them.