Whats the most disasterous thing that has happened to you in the kitchen?!
Answers: ok...well this one is hard to top...truly disastrous...and almost dangerous...it was my 37th b-day...and my husband was just graduating the fire academy....we went back to my in-laws house...whom by the way have a wall oven from the 50's that needs to have the pilot lit everytime you use it....i wasn't used to it...so i turned on the gas...went for the match...door closed....by the way this was just to heat up garlic bread...anyway...i digress...i opened the door to the oven....lit the match...to pilot...a ball of fire came right toward me...i had no time to move....i was engulfed in flames so high they scorched the ceiling...my husband called it an extreme flash fire....burnt off my shirt...my eyebrows...into my nose...no hair there either....2nd degree burns on my eyelids and earlobes...i remember thinking just before it hit..."close your eyes"...thank goodness i did...anyway it was pretty bad...now the oven is just a source of fear for me...and i am the source of jokes...but i'm fine now....it was so intense that my mother in law was upstairs and heard the boom!
Frying without clothes on.
let's just say i got distracted and ended up putting two cups of powdered sugar instead of flour into my recipe... and then there was that time the cake batter overflowed and the oven caught on fire... the list continues...
nothing too bad so far...the only thing i can come up with is i burnt everything in the oven after moving into a new apartment...i would turn the temp down with each new use, and was still burning food. it's hard to gage an oven that's cooking 150 degrees higher than the nob without a oven thermometer! it was a great investment;)
Perhaps not the most dangerous, but I first started learning how to heat stuff up with a microwave I decided to hard boil some eggs. I was on the phone with someone and 'boom' I could hear the metal bend. It happened just after I told my friend on the phone what I was making and he said you're not supposed to do that.
I bought a new cast iron skillet. I oiled it and placed it in a 350 degree oven to season it. After an hour, I took a hot pad, pulled the skillet from the oven and set it on the stove. I then put down the hot pad and grabbed the skillet to wash it. I blistered the entire palm of my hand. Clever, huh?
A kitchen fire, smoke gets EVERYWHERE! The fire was really small, but there was smoke all over the walls and ceiling and it had to be painted!
Sometimes I get distracted when cooking and grab hot things out of the oven with my bare hands or accidently touch the broiler element on the top of the oven when its red hot - these both hurt.
The worst though was once I was making flan and got distracted while making the sugar topping - which is just melted sugar - and I poured the molten sugar into a plastic tupperware and was holding it - then I realized that it might melt the bottom - when I lifted it up to see if it was melting the bottom, I saw what was the bottom of the tupperware, bubbling and then the sugar dripped out, onto my barefeet and it was really hot. I ran to the bathroom to run my feet under cold water and the sugar hardened on my feet and stucj to my skin, then I had to peel it off...enough said.
Grease fire in a fry pan....threw a towel....YES a towel over it to smother it......towel caught on fire and melted fan switch and vent cover to the down draft......still not sure how I'll explain that one to my Landlord if I ever escape this place. I think I'll spray paint the vent cover.....maybe she won't notice the misshapen fan switch...lol
someone in my kitchen made a batch of creme brules and used salt in the the recipe mistaking it for sugar ...these creme brules were sent out to tables like this with out my knowledge.
i burned my hand twice....
My mom and sister. They kept wrapping up potatoes and putting them into the microwave without first piercing them. You guessed it, the microwave caught on fire every time. I started putting out their fires when I was 6 years old.
Oh Ehm Gee!
When I was 18 and a new wife, I decided to make a Jello poke cake. (you poke holes in a baked cake and pour the liquid Jello over it and then frost it with cool whip). I got the bright idea to use a gravy shaker (sealed container) to "mix" the Jello and hot water. Well it exploded and I had red liquid Jello all over the ceiling and walls of my entire kitchen.
Even better, my MOM was visiting me for the first time since I had gotten married.
Gah!
I caught on fire on an electric stove my whole side of my shirt went up my little sister had to put me out.(no lie) very embarassing.
I have a grey/black/white plaid shirt that I will never wear in the kitchen again, My sleeve caught on fire and it roll up my arm around my back. I didn't get hurt nor did the shirt burn,but I surely was afaird.
I was a Culinary Tech teaching at a Culinary Arts College. A student was chopping away with a knife, his fingers on his left had sprawled out and knife in his right. I just knew that he was going to take his finger nails off or worse yet his fingers. I said to him to stop. He sat his knife down I said and showed him this is the proper way to hold in your fingers so they don't get hurt by the blade in your right. The demonstration of proper technique went well. Then he said I don't get it, how was I holding my fingers?. I showed him and said this is the wrong way, see -as I cut from the cuticle down to the tip of my first finger on my left hand. Opps see this is what you could of done too.
When I was a little girl I wanted hard boiled eggs. I didn't want to wait for them to be done on the stove top so I just got a glass jar, filled it with water, and put in a few eggs. I put them in the microwave and turned it on for aout 15 min or so. I used a hot pad to remove the conatiner with the eggs and set it on the counter and let it cool for a few min. When I decided it was time to fish them out and peel them I put a spoon in the jar to scoop an egg out. When I put pressure on the egg it "eggslpoded". It smell like rotten eggs and it was all the kitchen, in my hair, on my face etc... It took for ever to get the smell off of me and even longe to get it out of my kitchen.
When my brother was little he stayed home form school with my Dad cuz he didn't feel good. My Dad was doing some stuff outside really quick and just as I was walking in the door my brother announced "I'm making tea". The microwave was on the counter wich was still just a little tall for him and he used a tall drinking glass not a coffe cup. (At 23 he still doesn't get the difference, he's meant to be a bachelor for life) He got out of the microwave all right but it "snagged" on the counter and spilled all down his chest. Scalding from the base of his throught to about his belly button. I ripped his shirt of, yelled for my dad and put aloe vera on it.
I worked at a resturante for years and we also did catering. The main place we used to do catering at also has a kitchen we can use. We were doing about 10 prime ribs when the oven "exploded". I was not at the venue that night but was working at the resutrant. We had to do some big time fancy juggling to fit the catered food and menu items in the ovens but we pulled it off extremely well.
Ohyeah and I burn a lot of crap, I'm easily distracted, can you tell :)
I might possibly be the only person to ever truly mess up "Not-So-Easy Mac" as I now call it. All of our microwavable bowls were dirty so I just grabbed a plastic bowl. I dumped the dry noodles into the plastic bowl, stuck it in the microwave, set the time for it and left the kitchen to go watch tv while the noodles cooked... I went back into the kitchen after about 2 1/2 minutes to check on the progress to find it was filled with smoke. Plastic bowl, microwave, and I forgot to add the water to the noodles. I opened the microwave door and twice as much smoke rushed out. Needless to say, I was freaking out. My brother was asleep on the couch in the living room right next to the kitchen and didn't wake up at all. I opened all he windows and my neighbor actually ran over to see what was going on because he saw smoke coming out the windows from his house. When I finally took the bowl out of the microwave, the bottom fell out so I had to scrape the plastic off of the microwave plate. The house had a burnt smell for more than 3 days.
And this one was not entirely distastrous, but definitely ironic. My friend was over and we decided to bake cookies. She started telling me about the time she was over at another friend's house baking cookies. That friend dropped her mom's best glass mixing bowl on the floor and it shattered. She was grounded for at least a week for that even though it was a complete accident. Right as we finished talking about that, what do you know... I dropped my mom's kitchenaid mixing bowl (she has a pretty old-fashioned kitchenaid that came with a glass bowl). I felt HORRIBLE. The glass shattered and it took over an hour to get all the glass because the vacuum couldn't even get the smallest pieces off of the wood floor. The shatter cut my ankle and the bottom of my feet. Not only that, my mom was out of town for the weekend so I had 2 days for the guilt to build up before I got to tell her. My friend now feels like she carries bad luck everywhere she goes.
...pulling a fully cooked meatloaf from the oven and the pan slipped from my grip. Of course it went upside down all over the floor and the oven door.....what a mess that was. Had to do plan B for dinner that night. My kids still talk about it.
i cut my finger(yes we have all done this) but i cut the finger print off my index finger
The first was when I was about 6 years old and the babysitter couldnt light the oven. I cooked with my mom and knew how to light the oven. The baby sitter turned on the gas and didnt air out the gas when I placed the match inside the oven to light it. BOOM! I lost my eyebrows, got knocked out and was bald for about one month. The funny part is that the babysitter was the local fire chiefs daughter. I've been cooking since I was 4 years old with my mom.
I was managing a restaurant and a cook dropped his metal watch into a deep fryer and without thinking about it, reached into the hot oil (375 F.) up to his elbow to retrieve the watch.
He has crisp 3rd degree burns to his elbow and I had to cook his shift for 2 weeks until we found a replacement. Can you believe this guy got a job at another restaurant? As a dish washer/ busboy (he was never allowed behind the cooks line in the kitchen)