Well about the only tragedy I can think of was when I was 13, I had never made condensed soup before and a boy was over that I really liked, he had just had his appendix takin' out and could only eat soup. So I tried to make him feel better by making a can of Cream Of Mushroom Soup. I didn't know you where supposed to add water to it, I cooked it and brought it to him. He ate it all and said it was good. I found out later that it was disgusting, but he wanted to make me happy and lied. I married that boy and we've been together for 10 years, I've since made up for the unwatered soup I made him years ago.