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| Honey, where do we keep the fire
extinguisher? |
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| Let's all have good laugh about all of things that
have gone wrong in the kitchen. Tell us about the time
you made hamburgers and flames were shooting out of the
broiler. Or please share the time that you dropped the
dinner on the kitchen floor and scraped it back on to the
plate and fed it to your family with a smile. If you
never did these things then tell us about the time your
"friend" did them. Remember this site is
written by you! If you would like to submit your disaster
for all to see click here. I will choose
approximately 10-20 per week to post. |
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| Chief Mommy Owl - Chicken with Tar |
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| One night I decided to try out this Chinese Chicken
recipe in a cookbook that I have. It seemed simple enough.
You just mixed honey and soy sauce and a few other
things, spread on chicken breast and bake. But, when I
took it out of the oven the coating had turned into this
pitch black goo. I put it on the table and tried to smile
as my husband took a bite. He winced with every bite, not
wanting to say anything and hurt my feelings. I tasted it
and almost spit the bite across the table. I can't even
describe the taste. Needless to say, I threw the whole
thing out and we ordered sandwiches from the local deli |
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| A Strange Fire - Linda R.,
North Carolina |
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| What you said about flames shooting out of the
broiler in your intro reminded me of an incident that
took place at my house. I had company coming in two hours
and I had purchased a very expensive piece of london
broil to serve. I had tediously sliced up the piece of
meat and marinated it according to a recipe I had used
several times. I have a gas stove with a broiler drawer
at the bottom. I placed the meat under the broiler and
stepped into the dining room to begin setting the table.
A few minutes later I thought I smelled something in the
kitchen. I walked back in and to my horror there was
black smoke pouring out of the back of the oven. I
quickly turned off the oven and pulled out the broiler
pan. The meat was just starting to cook, so what started
the fire? I looked inside the broiler drawer and there
was a half burned Barbie doll. I pulled the doll out and
was staring at it's charred form in astonishment when my
daughter wondered into the kitchen. She let out a blood
curdling scream and cried, "You killed her!" |
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| Rice Pate - Tanisha H.,
Georgia |
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| I don't know if this was such a disaster, but I was
having company for dinner and had put rice in the
microwave to cook as a side dish. I guess I cooked it too
long or something, because when I took it out it was a
solid block of mush. I turned over the bowl and it
unmolded onto a plate in the perfect shape of the bowl.
So I shook a little paprika on top, added a sprig of
parsley and told my guests it was rice casserole. I could
barely keep a straight face as I dolled out the slices. |
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| New Year's Surprise - April
L., Texas |
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| Last New Year's eve I held a big party at my house
for all of my husband's coworkers. I had completely set
up the very elegant buffet and went into the bedroom to
get dressed. I heard something fall from the bedroom and
when I came out, there were our two cocker spaniels on
top of the table drinking from the punch bowl. As I
shooed them off the table the door bell rang and the
first guests arrived. Since I didn't have another
container of punch mix and I didn't have time to go to
the store to get one, I let it go. |
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| Editor's Note - Lucky you they only drank out of
the punch bowl. My dog would have eaten the bean dip too. |
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| Thanksgiving Slip Up -
Melanie C., Ohio |
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| This year as I was taking the Thanksgiving Turkey out
of the oven. My hand slipped and the whole bird fell down
into the space between the oven door and the floor of the
oven and all of juices spilled out onto the kitchen floor.
I yelled for my husband, who rescued the bird by putting
on a pair of oven mits and sticking his hand in the
cavity. |
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