Are than any other kitchen klutzes out there?

Oh brother...let me count the times. How about scalding hot applesauce in the blender when the top

flew off? Or how about the 12 pack of Coke I put in the freezer to get it cold fast for guests then forgot it? It blew up all over the freezer. Maybe the bread dough from hell (4 loaves) that I forgot about and left overnight in the oven with the light on....it crawled out of the pan and all over the racks and rest of the oven and out the door seams.

Hmmmm- maybe the turkey on the floor incident one Thanksgiving long ago when I transported the bird in a flimsy aluminum pan from the grill to the kitchen?

Or how about flour EVERYWHERE in the kitchen- several of those stories.

Just last week I took my fabulous veggie peeler to a small potato, tried to peel backwards to get a small lump on the spud and managed to peel off 2" of skin on my hand. Like that one? It is healing up well now but it was a nasty one.

 
I was cooking pitted bing cherries with sugar

I left the kitchen for two minutes and it boiled all over the place--sticky icky mess!
I had custard boil over because I left the stove to answer the phone, it seaped into the oven door.

I am the queen of kitchen mishaps.

 
One thing I've learned is to NEVER cook or bake on 3 hours of sleep. Just the other day

when I was making the Chocolate Ganache Ice Cream (posted previously), it was like a scene out of "I Love Lucy." Here I was, diligently (or so I thought), pouring the custard ever so slowly from the saucepan into the bowl of chocolate ganache with one hand, and whisking with the other. Little did I know that some of the custard wasn't quite making it into the bowl. Eventually, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a pool of custard dripping its way down the counter. I was too spaced out to see that the custard was just barely missing the bowl. Luckily, I caught it before too much had escaped, and the chocolate ice cream was saved!

 
In the early 80's, as a new bride, I was baking a batch of mini cheesecakes...

to take on a weekend trek skiing at Camelback in PA. There were about 5 couples and I made one for each person. We quickly and excitedly packed up for the weekend and out the door we went. After we had been at our destination for several hours I realized that the cheesecakes were still baking in the oven in MD about 3.5 hours away!

Well it was GW weekend and the apartment office was closed for a long weekend. We hadn't yet given anyone a spare key. After many desperate phone calls to various folks for help we gave up. The cakes were baking at 250°F so we decided to leave them and not worry. No fires or smoke alarms set off, however we had very WELL done cheesecakes!

About 5 times a year I still see this same group of people, (except that a I have new and MUCH improved hubby!) and someone always reminds me of this event and everyone enjoys a good laugh on my behalf!

I continue to perform silly kitchen antics til this day, but the forever baked cheesecakes was one of my best...........

 
Oh, Thank goodness I don't feel so stupid now . . .

Just last week I dropped a bottle of premium Greek balsamic vinegar all over the floor. What a mess!!

Unfortunately, my kitchen mishaps usually involve sharp knives and band aids, or limbs and hot ovens. OUCH!!

 
Poseidon Adventure Ritual Bonding Dances (PARBD)...

Should NOT be performed in a small galley apartment kitchen.

At a gathering of friends, we somehow discovered that we had all had the pleasure of seeing Shelley Winters swimming under water in the original PA at a drive in theatre. We decided we needed a PARBD. I had been mixing up the next blender of margaritas when someone grabbed me around the waist to pull me into what was becoming a Radio City Rockettes kick line. But alas, my finger was on the switch as I was just about to place the lid on. When they grabbed me, the switch went on, and all and sundry were showered in a blender full of margaritas erupting like old-faithful.

The dance floor was sticky. So was the kitchen. So were we.

 
Me and Mr. Henckel...

I never cut my hands when I had boring old dull knives.

I got the Henckels several years ago and they came with a video that stated: "DId you know that most kitchen knife accidents are caused by dull knife blades?"

Right.

I have made several trips to the emergency room since buying the Henckels. Last time in December when I wasn't paying attention and sent the large chef knife slicing through my left thumb, on the inside, at an angle, through the nail. Luckily the bone stopped the knife before I sliced the entire end of my thumb off.

Ouch.

 
I don't cut myself with dull knives, either. DH has learned to leave a note when he sharpens mine.>

I used to stand there with bleeding finger and say "you sharpened my knives, didn't you?" My sympathy, it works in theory, but not always in practice!

 
my biggest klutzitude is welding chicken stock to calfalon whilst...

reducing stock.

i think the wire wheel might affect the stock pot adversely.

 
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