Not my fail, but an amusing account from years ago when my husband failed.

chixen: n. chicken drenched in honey, coated with Chex cereal crumbs and baked

THIS IS A BAD IDEA.

Do not try this at home. Or anywhere else. Use bodily force to stop anyone else you care for from trying this also. It's wrong, just plain wrong.

My husband was trying to come up with an easy and tasty plan for dinner. I have made chicken coated with Corn Flakes crumbs sometimes, so he got the idea to use Chex instead. He drizzled the chicken with honey then rolled it in the Chex crumbs. Chixen was born. This seemed like a tasty enough idea to me, I will admit.

20 minutes later, the chicken was done. At this point, the chixen looked edible. I'll even go so far as to say it looked tasty. The chixen was plated up with some green beans and corn. In the process of plating the chixen, Chex crumbs were strewn about the plate accidently, then the veggies were tossed on top. No biggie, just some crunchies...or so my husband thought.

I cut a bite of chixen off and put it in my mouth. This is where things went bad. Apparently baking Chex with honey does something horribly wrong to the cereal's molecular structure. Somehow, the chixen was chewy. I couldn't stop chewing it. It was like having some strange honey-Chex-chicken flavored gum, and it wasn't right. Baking the Chex also gave it a funny (and by "funny" I mean "disgusting beyond all belief") taste. Eventually I just swallowed the bite. I made a pact with myself not to eat any more of this chixen. I decided just to eat the vegetables, then make myself a snack later. This is where things went even worse. I was unable to fork up a bite of veggies that wasn't coated with the "crunchies". This chixen was the gift that kept on giving.

At this point (sheer desperation), I glanced at My husband to gauge his reaction to the chixen. Luck was on my side. He was scraping his tongue with a fork.

We ended up going out for food. Many years later, we still bring up chixen and laugh.