My Sophomore year of college, I had a Somalian roommate named Omer. He was a character, and this is but one of the many hilarious stories we have of him.
Omer would always eat really weird food...being from Somalia and what not. One of the things he ate like every day for 2 months was some ground up hamburger and spices that he kept in a greasy grocery bag at the bottom of the fridge...he ate it with his fingers. And he made the most GROTESQUE eating noises of anyone I've ever met, even Pete!
Anyway, one day Omer brings home a steak. He starts cooking it and I, being the college student that I was, am lured from my room by the smell of cooking meat. Omer's steak smells good...and it's probably the only good thing he'd eaten all semester. He adds a little salt, a little pepper...grills...flips...and then decides the steak is lacking something. So he looks through the cupboards for a little bit, and I turn my back (bad thing to do when Omer was in the kitchen). He asks me if lemon flavoring would taste good on the steak, and I was thinking maybe just a touch of lemon pepper would bring out the flavor of the succulent steak. Just then, Pete walks into the room and yells "OMER, NO!!!!!' I turn just in time to see Omer drowning his steak in Lemon Scented Dawn dishsoap. He was under the mistaken impression that things kept under the sink are good to put on food.
I have to admit, after seeing such a promising steak drowned in dishsoap, I cried a little.