kitchen disasters

So I had a moment of weakness at the grocery store and bought a flat of strawberries. Since I'm the only one that eats them, I've gotten creative in using them. I decided to make strawberry coffee cake.

Everything was going smoothly until I realized that I'd forgotten to put the crumb topping on the top. So I open the oven door, crab a potholder off the potholder-hangy thingy and off flys the whole thing. Half of the stuff lands on the kitchen floor and half lands INSIDE THE OVEN! This includes several post-its and a pen. I grab the post-its so they don't catch on fire and successfully got the pen out, too. I put the cake in and congratulate myself on diverting the disaster.

Minutes later I'm standing in the kitchen wondering why I'm smelling burning pen. Doh! I look in the oven and another pen I hadn't seen had rolled to the back of the oven. It's partially melted and pooling. *sigh* So I pop the cake into the microwave and turn the oven off and leave the door open. After it cools down I scrape the pen off but it's leaked a bunch of ink that won't come off no matter what. :( Luckily my microwave doubles as a convection oven.

The cake was delicious! Am I the only person with an ink stain in her oven? :D

I was having a party once and I made a cake in the morning. It was November, but we didn't have the central heating started yet. I let the oven open after I used it and Naomi found the warm place and went inside. As you know, Naomi was black. When I was ready to make the pizza, I lit the fire and closed the oven. Suddenly, I heard some heart-freezing yowls. Opened the oven and Naomi flew like a rocket out of it. She smelled for a week. Every guest had to ask when coming in: What did you burn?

My sister is a great specialist in burning the beans. Yukky!!! You can't get the smell out for days.

And, last, at my birthday party we had a bbq. I formed the hamburgers in advance and covered each one with celophane. Someone was helping at the grill and put two of them on the grill without taking the celophane off :D

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I had a Martha Stewart moment yesterday and decided to bake some Florentines (those nice fruity biscuits with a glace cherry on top, and the underside is a coating of dark chocolate).

I bought the ingredients, followed the recipe, even found my measuring cup.

I still don't know how my 12 biscuits came out as oily piles of muesli :( I couldn't even stick the sludge back together and pretend they were cookies, so I got all sad and stuck the cherry garnishes on top of the muesli mix anyway.

Then I got really sad and comfort ate the chocolate that was meant to coat them. The muck is still in the kitchen because I can't bear to put the mess in the compost and admit defeat. :o

Great thread! I have a few stories....

When I was in 1st or 2nd grade, I asked my mom if I could make a cake on my own...She said "Sure, just follow the directions on the box." (My family doesn't make things from scratch.) Well, I was a know it all, I didn't need directions.

So I "baked" the cake, and to my dismay, when I pulled the pan out of the oven, it was still a pan full of powder. All I'd done is dumped the mix into the pan and threw it in the oven. lol.

When I was 15, my mom came home from Costco. We were in a hurry for basketball practice, so I quickly helped my mom unload the car. I put a flat box of something flammable for the car (don't remember what) on top of the stove and left.

We came home to the fire department. :rolleyes: Our kitchen and living room had burned down. Apparently, I hit the knobs on the stove and turned it on.

And lastly, just a few months ago...I'd put a tritip on a plastic tray in the oven to keep the cats away from it. Mike preheated the oven for cookies...And this is the result:

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You're dangerous, Tonya!!! :D

I still remember my mom's word after the fire department left...

"Just, just go away. Leave. Go to your friend's house until your dad comes home. I'm afraid I'll hurt you. Leave."

lmao.

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Originally posted by Tonya
I still remember my mom's word after the fire department left...

"Just, just go away. Leave. Go to your friend's house until your dad comes home. I'm afraid I'll hurt you. Leave."

lmao.

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Does she ever come to your house for dinner? ;)

Were you grounded for 10,000 years after burning half the house down? It reminds me of my cousin who was being a right devil, so she was whacked on the bottom with a wooden spoon and the spoon broke!

COOKING!! Right up my alley!! I am a cook on the Mississippi River on a tow boat. One time I had a cook book with me that had a Marshmellow recipe in it.. Now, I have always wondered how they were made.. So light, smells so good and how in the world do they PUFF up like that! So, I ordered what I needed and one day I undertook the task of making Marshmellows!! I was so excited and I told the whole crew what I was planning to do so they were waiting to see how it went.. It really went real good! Unbelievable! But when I went to get it out of the mixing bowl.. well... what can I say... it don't just come out....you have to pull it out... it is very stringy... The more I pulled, the more places I got it and the more I laughed.. I was almost rolling on the floor when the engineer came in and saw the mess and me laughing so hard and asked WHAT in the world was I doing and what was so FUNNY and WHAT smelled so good???? I told him what it was, how funny it had got and what a hoot it would be to do that with a bunch of KIDS! Just think of the fun you could have with a bunch of kids making marshmellows... "Cookie! Where's that recipe???????"

i was trying to make hungarian creps (sp?) and they were about an inch thick adn some wierd color, and they tasted like tires, so i fed them to my dog who normally eats anything and everything you put in her bowl....she wouldn't touch it:rolleyes:

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Originally posted by Miss Meow
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The muck is still in the kitchen because I can't bear to put the mess in the compost and admit defeat. :o

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never admit defeat.....go for the uneasy peace!:eek:

I would post one of my really bad ones, but I've moved them to the dark recesses of my mind never to be brought forth again. My mistakes we call "tear up that card, dear" and I'm not allowed to try to cook them again. I can say that I have set off the smoke alarm more than once.

This has been the best thread yet. I have laughed so hard my eyes water. Only problem with it, my co-workers keep looking at me when I burst into laughter.

FYI Richard - lactose intolerant and allergic to milk are two different things. I'm not intolerant (at least not to milk) but highly allergic to it - it causes normal allergy problems like you would get from pollen, dust, etc.

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Originally posted by robinh

FYI Richard - lactose intolerant and allergic to milk are two different things. I'm not intolerant (at least not to milk) but highly allergic to it - it causes normal allergy problems like you would get from pollen, dust, etc.

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LOL,

I know.....i's that they both make you sick....one makes you itch and the other makes you.........................sick!;)

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Originally posted by robinh
This has been the best thread yet. I have laughed so hard my eyes water. Only problem with it, my co-workers keep looking at me when I burst into laughter.

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Ditto!!!

Note to self - take own food to Miss Meow for the BBQ!

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Originally posted by captain
Ditto!!!

Note to self - take own food to Miss Meow for the BBQ!

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Did you make that small so my woeful eyesight would miss it? ;) I'll make you a special batch of florentines for that!

No not at all .................. :D

I was just imagining Florentines in the PINK kitchen ........... :p