I was told by the mother of the young lad who yelled "Burnt!" at my pork steaks that they recently shared some of my pulled pork with her parents, as they are temporarily living with them. At the dinner table, the boy said "Papa, you have to try something so yummy. It's called smoked meat." I got a kick out of that one. His mom told me he said "Mr. Scott makes the tastiest meat, doesn't he?" Out of the mouths of babes, I guess.
Not bbq related, but I used to make blondie cookies from scratch. Lots of butter, brown sugar, pecans or walnuts, peanut butter chips, and chocolate chips. Made them for a get together with that same family on a Saturday night. The next morning at church another lady asked what we had for dinner with our friends. As I'm describing the blondies, the lady who had been over said "We all got diabetes from eating them, because they were so sweet." Didn't bother me that she said that, since they're such good friends and she was joking around.