That made me laugh.. Good one..[:D][:D][:D][:D][:D]
A friend and I (as young teenagers) tried to hardboil eggs in the microwave because you know as young teenagers you don’t want to wait for anything! Well, we opened the microwave door and they exploded, and we were covered in blistering napalm egg [:o)]
I don’t know what we were making them for, I believe it might have been Easter baskets.
OUCH!!! I guess you learned to never do anything like that again, didn’t you?
I love the deep fryers that you can buy now that have the fryer encloed with a lid. As the cold damp food goes into the hot oil the lid contains the oil but lets the steam excape.
I had a real Clouseau moment one time – I baked a potato in the oven with a fork stuck in it to speed up the cooking time. Conscious of how hot it would be, I pulled it out of the oven grabbing the fork, wearing an oven mitt. I had to do something else, so without thinking, I transferred the fork to my other hand. And promptly flung the potato across the kitchen.
Just yesterday I was washing a few things in the sink – dropped a knife and it landed *thunk* point-first in the wood floor, inches from my bare foot. It’s a wonder I still have all my extremities.
A few years ago, my daughter (she was 8 or 9 at the time) got a McFlurry maker for Christmas. Anxious to try it, she read the directions as far as what was needed (3/4 cup of salt, quite a bit of ice, 2 or three cups of light cream) but didn’t read any further.
She insisted she didn’t need help, and I figured, well, it’s a toy, if she wants to do it herself, I’ll let her. After several minutes of mixing, she lamented that the cream wasn’t turning into ice cream.
Turns out, she had poured the 3/4 cup of salt into the cream, rather than over the ice, which stays in the container OUTSIDE the cup of cream. Just imagine – 2 cups of cream and 3/4 of a cup of salt.
Poor kid still hears about it.
My messiest kitchen blooper was when I was trying to open a banana and made the top mushy. So I got out one of those butter knives that have the little point on the end and stabbed through both banana and left forefinger. I was about 8, walked through the house and made myself a little splint with bandages and a tinker toy since I had cut to the bone, I never told my Mom anything but I cut my finger and needed a bandaid since I had a terrible fear of doctors. Amazingly, I have full use of that finger but a nasty scar.
The silliest one I still haven’t lived down was at about the same age frame. I put lemon flavoring in brownies since I liked lemon tootsie roll pops. It isn’t good, trust me.
My Mom still gets ribbed for leaving the sour cream out of sour cream pound cake, the cake was totally flat, but it still tasted better than my lemon brownies.
Real story and it has happened twice. I was frying in the kitchen and my alarm system is on full alert 24-7. I was frying and the smoke reached the alarm. My neighborhood is on a pensinsula and there is less than a 100 homes located here. Multiple firetrucks arrived making a loud arrival in the neighborhood. I was extremely embarassed. They came in the house even after I called them and told them not to come. They were fully masked.
This happened twice. I thought they would bill me but they never did.
Obviously, I am very careful with my cooking after this problem.
Paul E. Smith
I once lived in a wretched old apartment with a wretched old gas stove that had the broiler beneath the oven. It was the kind of broiler you had to light with a match. I decided to grill a couple of burgers even though the broiler didn’t look too functional. The grease from the burgers started a fire in the broiler. Instead of turning off the gas, I opened the broiler door with a potholder (duh!). When the air hit it, the flame leapt up and singed my bangs. My face did not get burned only by the grace of God.
I have also learned that it is best not to slice cheese in the direction of your hand. Five stitches.
There’s a Rube Goldberg quality to your accident that is somewhat appealing…if you’re not personally involved. Nice visual. [:D]
This ain’t the kitchen, but it’s close….
I was in the garage bending over getting a bag of charcoal off the floor to take out to add to the existing bed of coals in the Weber. As I was heading back to an upright position the back of my head was impaled by the BBQ fork that was hanging on a chest high nail along with his little friends the BBQ spatula and the BBQ scraper. My upward momentum broke the cheap rawhide hanger thing and the fork commenced to go for a little ride still embedded in my scalp. Gravity finally took over and the thing clattered to the garage floor, followed by a surprising amount of blood.
I store stuff like that in a drawer now.
Back when I was first married, I decided to make some fudge for my new husband, one night while he was at work. Previous attempts at fudge had been less than successful, the fudge would never harden. I firmly believed that this was because I didn’t cook it long enough.
So I got everything in the pot, and started cooking it. I boiled, and boiled, and then boiled some more. Satisfied that I had cooked it long enough, I left it in the pot to cool, and sat down to watch tv. Right before time for hubby to get home, I went in the kitchen to cut it up and put it in a candy dish.
Imagine my horror when I found the fudge had turned into a potful of cement. Although I made a good effort, I couldn’t get it out of the pot, and ended up throwing the pot away. To this day, hubs doesn’t know about this.
I have a two-inch scar on the inside of my left wrist because I stupidly put frozen fish filets in a pan with semi-smoking-hot olive oil. Fortunately I threw my arm up, which is why I have the scar on my wrist and not on my face.
Pat T Hat
Walking through a kitchen with a 50lb. bag of popcorn over my shoulder and then snagging said bag and ripping it open over the 375* deep fryers[:0]! Gee whiz you’d have thought a bomb went off. More like a real slippery volcano really. Everybody bouncin’ off each other like keystone cops duckin’ for cover! That was when I discovered just how far, and in what unlikely places hot grease(and popcorn)will travel. Oh I have sooooooooo many more[:I]!
I do pretty well in the kitchen — I always sanitize, etc. One time, my husband had a hankering for that Roseto brand ravioli, and he got the kind that is "toasted" on the outside with some sort of breading. He didn’t notice the difference or the instructions, and boiled the ravioli. He ignored that fact that the toasted ravioli had to be baked or fried, not boiled. So he totally didn’t understand why it came out a hideous mess.
I especially like the term "hot purple heartache…."
I did it with two cakes once……..MMMMMM….the smell of burnt chocolate……for days…..
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