I never would have said anything derogatory, to a new romantic interest, about the way she baked biscuits. ("Biscuits" are like "scones," Brits, but fluffier) She was trying to impress me, and I was only thinking about Mister-Smoothing my way her into her muffin.
But she brought it up: "My biscuits turned out kinda tough."
"Well, yeah, since you mention it," I replied glibly , bouncing one off of the ceiling, frightening the cat and knocking over a vase." The thing about biscuits is that they need to be served fresh from the oven. Re-heating them turns them to rocks. and.. um.. whole wheat flour... guaranteed disaster."
She laughed, threw a salvo of biscuits at each of the other dinner guests, and we went out for pizza.
(True story. She became the mother of my children. And I still bake better biscuits than anybody)