When your mother calls you from work and tells you, at 13-years-old, that you need to make spaghetti for the first time in your life, and that you've seen her make it so you should know how to make it, panic sets in. That was me so many years ago, I didn't have a clue. She said throw some spices in (which ones?) you know, a little of this and a little of that. How much is a little? I'm sure that when she got home she had to doctor the sauce to make it palatable.
