I've got so many stories I could write a book, since I'm always the one who liked to cook.
I love grilling ribs - what I call brontosauras ribs, the big beefy ones, which I marinate kal-bi style and cook on the rare side. Well, one friend who isn't a big meat eater anyway, bit in and hit an odd vein which for some reason hadn't been cooked, and it spurted blood everywhere. You'd have thought she hit an artery of a living person. Blood on her, her husband, the table. It is a true sign of friendship (or perhaps that my cooking is that good!) that she stopped, wiped up herself and dabbed everyone who got sprinkled, and just took another bite and kept on eating.