My mother comes from the school of cooking that is indistinguishable in both smell and resulting texture from running a tannery. She cooks things and then cooks them some more, just in case, then puts in the plated result in the oven for another 10-20 minutes to be sure it's really done.
I mostly lived off fish fingers, crispy pancakes, and potato croquettes/waffles/etc. I only trusted food that came in orange breadcrumbs. Captain Birdseye, and his hearty lieutenant, Findus, were my heroes.