Don't knock camel poo!
A story from a great uncle who served in North Africa during WW2:
My great uncle's platoon had a very simple rule about food when out in the field - if you complained about a meal, you'd have to cook the next meal, and you'd be stuck as the cook until the next person complained.
One poor bloke had been stuck on chef duties for days as the rest of the group refused to complain, not wanting to end up having to do the job. Eventually, he hatched a master plan. He gathered up some camel poo, duly cooked it, and presented it to everyone.
Of course, one of the guys instantly looked at it, sniffed it and said "Urgh! This is camel poo!"
Then, realising what this might mean for his duties for the next few weeks, he took a bite and remarked "It's very well cooked though!"
Mark, if it's any consolation, my other half once tried to grill a cake.