One year, I had received one of those Semi-Automatic breakfast sandwich things. You put English muffins in the two end pieces, then an egg in the middle section, press the button and voila - out comes an egg on an english muffin.
So, the day before Father's day, I showed both of them exactly how to use it - then exclaimed how good the resulting sandwich was. My performance was better than any broadway show had ever witnessed.
Fathers Day morning, I get woken up with the invitation down for breakfast. I thought it was going to be a slam dunk.
Needless to say... the sandwich maker had not been used. Various strains of food poisoning were hiding in every nook and cranny. - I don't remember what I ate, but my method was very similar to what you mentioned above. Just eat the charred bits, leave the bloody/soggy bits.
and, as required, the breakfast finished with ...
I scooched down and pulled the pair of little bastards who couldn't cook to fucking save themselves in for a hug.
It's funny isn't it? You do your best to prepare them for how to make something even if it is simple. Like toast, I showed mine got to make toast and one they made me half toasted bread, like just one half the other end was all bread and soft. Lol
They are daft wee buggers but I guess that's why we love em!