We were at the dorms and dared our friend who had just gotten accepted to a culinary school (not even taken a lesson yet), to make us a fancy dinner with the dorm room appliances (toaster oven, george foreman grill, hotplate).
He got up and left. We assumed it was because he was tired of us always making fun of him wanting to be an Iron Chef — he watched it all the time.
Nope, his a*s came back with groceries and made us a f*****g short rib dish that I still think about to this day. And this was 22 years ago.