Not me, but family lore. When my parents had just started dating in their 20's, my mother was housed in "The Beaver Hut" with a bunch of people including her twin sister (my aunt). It was spaghetti night and they were making a homemade sauce. My aunt was putting in salt. Instead of a teaspoon, she put more like a quarter of a cup or more. Everyone else was going to fish it out, but she was like "nah, it'll be fine" and stirred it in.

Needless to say, it was not fine. It was so salty that everyone except my father refused to eat it.

Note: It might have been something else like pizza. With spaghetti, it you screwed up a sauce that much it's easy enough to make a substitute sauce from kitchen staples and odds and ends.