This one time we had a year-end banquet in my department at college. We were short on money and time that year and one of the grad students stepped up and offered her and her fiancee's services.
It was a big spaghetti dinner, and it looked pretty good, until I had my first bite. It was nothing but cayenne pepper and a little bit of tomato. Not unbearably hot, but not enjoyable, either. Most of us choked down our plates in an effort not to be rude, but it was pretty bad.
A couple of our upperclassmen had gone to their house to help the guy cook, since it was a lot of food. I remember one guy saying "As soon as Richard [the volunteer cook] said 'oh no, I need another bottle of cayenne pepper,' I stepped back and said 'it's out of my hands.'"
At least the dessert was good.