My mom related this story to me. The background info is that I planned to make sauteed pork medallions in cherry sauce for supper. The recipe instructs me to pound the pork flat with a meat mallet.
In the car on the way home, my mom made a mental note to ask me if I’ve pounded my meat yet. Then she laughed herself fuzzy realizing that what she meant is altogether different from what would usually be implied from that usage.