Time to "fess up." What was your most embarrassing kitchen blunder?
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michael-in-phoenix
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Oh my! That reminds me of the time I strained chicken soup, and although...
...I DID remember to put a large bowl underneath, I became distracted for a few minutes and forgot the broth was in the sink.
After returning to the kitchen, I dutifully washed my hands before returning to work. All the hand washing water, soap, etc., went through the collander and right into the broth.
I was sick!
Michael
...I DID remember to put a large bowl underneath, I became distracted for a few minutes and forgot the broth was in the sink.
After returning to the kitchen, I dutifully washed my hands before returning to work. All the hand washing water, soap, etc., went through the collander and right into the broth.
I was sick!
Michael
The first time I made brisket (my MIL's recipe) for my in-laws shortly after we were married.
I had never cooked brisket (or any kind of roast) before in my life. (I grew up with my mom stir-frying everything) The directions said to cook one hour per pound. I never wrote down when I put it in the oven and after what seemed like hours, I checked the meat. It seemed cooked through, but tough -- so I took it out (thinking, wrongly, that it would only get tougher if I cooked it longer). We had my in-laws for dinner that night. They were real troopers. When I asked my father-in-law if he would care for any more -- he replied,"no thank you. The flavor was great, but my jaw is tired from all that chewing." It was another two years before I tried to make brisket again!
To make me feel better, my MIL (who is a great cook) told me the first time she made lasagna -- shortly after she was married -- she assembled it without ever cooking the noodles. My father in law calls it the "crunchy lasagna" episode.
I had never cooked brisket (or any kind of roast) before in my life. (I grew up with my mom stir-frying everything) The directions said to cook one hour per pound. I never wrote down when I put it in the oven and after what seemed like hours, I checked the meat. It seemed cooked through, but tough -- so I took it out (thinking, wrongly, that it would only get tougher if I cooked it longer). We had my in-laws for dinner that night. They were real troopers. When I asked my father-in-law if he would care for any more -- he replied,"no thank you. The flavor was great, but my jaw is tired from all that chewing." It was another two years before I tried to make brisket again!
To make me feel better, my MIL (who is a great cook) told me the first time she made lasagna -- shortly after she was married -- she assembled it without ever cooking the noodles. My father in law calls it the "crunchy lasagna" episode.
My blooper as a newly married 22 year old...
While engaged to my soon to be hubby, we went to friends for dinner. The hostess made a wonderful diner, stuffed Cornish Game Hens. I had never even seen one. My fiancé raved about the dinner.
So, the first meal I cooked for him just had to be that same Game Hen. I found the recipe in the Better Homes and Gardens cookbook. I presented it to him, loveingly and very impressed with myself....wildrice stuffing and all. As he was eating and digging out the wildrice, his fork grabbed the little paper sack with the neck and other gross contents. I had no idea that was even in there, but I do remember thinking the cavity was rather small and tight! Was I red!
While engaged to my soon to be hubby, we went to friends for dinner. The hostess made a wonderful diner, stuffed Cornish Game Hens. I had never even seen one. My fiancé raved about the dinner.
So, the first meal I cooked for him just had to be that same Game Hen. I found the recipe in the Better Homes and Gardens cookbook. I presented it to him, loveingly and very impressed with myself....wildrice stuffing and all. As he was eating and digging out the wildrice, his fork grabbed the little paper sack with the neck and other gross contents. I had no idea that was even in there, but I do remember thinking the cavity was rather small and tight! Was I red!
OK Pat-but I try to forget these moments. We had a friend who loved to use the expression...
"Eat the moose", so I decided that a birthday cake with a picture of Bullwinkle would be a hoot.
A recent CIA grad with perhaps too much confidence, never considered that a day in the 90's with high humidity and no air conditioning would be a problem when making a Chocolate Mousse cake.
I piped out a nice image of "The Moose" with piping gel and stored it on parchment in the fridge. Proceeded to overheat the eggs for the genoise which made the cake alike to cardboard. Found that the mousse wouldn't stay firm in the heat, and was aghast when condensation dripped from bottles in the fridge and ruined "The Moose".
We ordered a cake from a local bakery and I took a lot of abuse.
"Eat the moose", so I decided that a birthday cake with a picture of Bullwinkle would be a hoot.
A recent CIA grad with perhaps too much confidence, never considered that a day in the 90's with high humidity and no air conditioning would be a problem when making a Chocolate Mousse cake.
I piped out a nice image of "The Moose" with piping gel and stored it on parchment in the fridge. Proceeded to overheat the eggs for the genoise which made the cake alike to cardboard. Found that the mousse wouldn't stay firm in the heat, and was aghast when condensation dripped from bottles in the fridge and ruined "The Moose".
We ordered a cake from a local bakery and I took a lot of abuse.