What was your biggest cooking mishap?!
What was your biggest cooking mishap?
Mine happened the first time I made homemade chicken soup. It had simmered for an hour and a half, the meat was done, the veggies were tender, the broth was rich. I removed the meat and veggies onto a plate, then put the strainer in the sink and poured the soup into it -- and the soup went down the drain! Duh, now I stop EVERY time before the soup is done and make sure I put the strainer on top of another pot - so the soup goes in another pot!!!
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These stories are sooo funny. . .I'm getting a kick out of reading them!
My biggest mishap had a lot of help from a 20 pound Collie-Shepherd runt of the litter who would eat anything that she could wrap her lips around. My husband and I were in college and poorer than church mice, so a loaf of homemade bread was a big treat to us. I had a little extra money, so I bought the stuff for a couple of loaves.
I mixed up the dough, kneaded it, and put it in bread pans. The best place in our apartment to let bread dough rise was in front of the wall furnace unit, so I covered the pans with clean dish towels and set them on a chair in front of the heating vent.
Enter the aforementioned 20 lb. terror on four paws. About half an hour later, I noticed that the dish towels had been flipped up -- you got it. Molly had eaten a pan and a half of bread dough.
Now there is nothing that yeast likes better than a nice warm, dark place to expand. . .and there are few places warmer or darker than a doggy tummy. For the rest of the afternoon, I'd hear this enormous "BURP!" coming from a certain miserable little dog about every five seconds or so. Her stomach was so puffed up with rising bread dough that she looked like she needed a roller skate under her just to be able to walk!
I didn't bother scolding her -- in this case, the punishment more than fit the crime.