When I cook, I like to listen to This American Life, check my facebook, maybe talk on the phone, more or less all at once. This can lead to problems.
Like today, when I grabbed a little brown bottle. I uncapped it, intending to pour a slug of vanilla into the melted chocolate. Fortunately, a Hooligan happened by. The Hooligans like to sniff the vanilla. "AARGh," howled the Hooligan, "That is NOT vanilla! What are you making?"
It was fish sauce.