I was finishing a jar of extremely hot peppers (7 pot primos) that I had fermenting on Thanksgiving day. I made a hot sauce with them and cantaloupe. I had them in a pan at a low simmer to meld the flavors. The problem was the steam coming off was potent as hell. It filled the house when everyone was arriving and coughing from the hot sauce in the air, me included. We had to open all the windows, dig out the fans to get it out of the house, freezing everyone in the process.
Decided to make fried chicken. We rarely ever eat fried foods, and so I don’t have fancy things like deep fryers. What I had was a large cast aluminum pot.
Filled it about half way with oil, made amazing delicious fried chicken.
I also don’t have a stop top. Use a single eye burner. Needed the burner for something else, so sat the pot on the counter next to the sink.
Moved wrong, knocked the pot into the sink. Boiling oil goes down the drain.
Know what’s at the bottom of the drain? A trap full of water.
Water met boiling oil as I matrix dodged our of the way and a geysey worthy of yellow stone came flying out of the sink, both sides, shooting boiling oil and steam everywhere. Covering the ceiling, the walls, the floor. Even the dog got hit (thank God for long, thick fur!). I had splatter burns on my legs, which was the only part of me not under the counter when it landed. It came up with so much force it threw the pot out of the sink.
Yours is my favourite. I’ve witnessed several grease fires, but never one that geysered out of the sinkhole. Nice job, lol.
It was a scary moment. For added funny: I am 6’2, 285lbs (188cm, 130kg), and I’m not lying when I say I matrix dodged that shit.
Thank you for the metric conversion 🥰
I think you win. Glad you and doggo are okay.
Haha. Thanks. Lol.
There was another time I burnt down the whole kitchen making tacos. But that’s less fun a story. Lol.
I went to spend Christmas with my in-laws about ten years ago and ruined their meal.
I’m not a bad cook, I know my way around a kitchen, my mom ran a fast food joint when I was a teen and she taught me how to work my ass off in a kitchen. From that start I’ve developed into a pretty good cook (or so my wife and friends tell me). I’m not the best but I do know how to cook. I know how to make prepare and serve a full Thanksgiving dinner with all the trimmings and desserts on my own if I had to.
At my in-laws place for Christmas I knew I should help so I just started doing dishes without asking. The place was hectic, the in-laws barely know how to cook and none of them seem to appreciate any spice other than salt or pepper. Everyone was happy I was helping and I kept the kitchen clean as the cooks worked. It was familiar for me and it amazed everyone else.
After a couple of hours of helping I thought I’d do more. They were making gravy and all it was was thin water from the drippings mixed with flour which made a white watery tasteless gravy. I thought I’d amaze them by making a roux with the own drippings, thickening the liquid, browning it to a golden color, adding salt, pepper, spice, a drop of maple syrup, soya sauce and a dash of Worcestershire. I kept tasting it and to me it was delicious. I had practiced for years and I knew how to make it taste good.
The in laws came in and the room went quiet, even the Christmas music stopped … they all looked at me like I murdered the cat and I was cooking it.
They were all upset that I had changed “Ma’s gravy” and turned it into something else. Everyone was either disappointed at best or just sneered at me like I had thrown a brick into the living room window.
I didn’t burn anything, didn’t over salt, didn’t make anyone sick, no fire, no explosions, blood or burns … I had just ruined “Ma’s gravy” of basically water and flour that everyone ate and somehow enjoyed every Christmas.
It was the weirdest TIFU in the kitchen I ever experienced.
Oh no! That’s such an unfortunate fuck-up. Not really your fuck-up, to be fair, it’s mind-boggling that nobody appreciated your very clearly tastier gravy. There really is no accounting for taste. As the Spanish say, ‘para gustos, los colores’ - there are as many preferences as there are colours!
In Swedish we say “Smaken är som baken, delad”. Or “Taste is like the butt, divided”
… and an asshole and some shit in between
Lol
Hahaha, what an excellent saying.
As much as I love my wife and her family … in their family there is only one color for gravy … white … basic, bland, tasteless, empty, vacant, soulless, heartless white.
The best part is that I don’t think they like ‘Ma’s gravy’ either.
They cover their food with the tasteless white gravy and then dose it with lots and lots of salt everywhere. Even as we ate, people just regularly picked up the salt to sprinkle some more on during the entire meal. A telling part is that no one, even me, would think of consuming the gravy without salt.
The funniest thing was the next year I went for Christmas. They guarded the gravy from me. I still helped in the kitchen because they liked that. Then just when the meal started, they set aside a cup of gravy for me in a pot and said I could make my own if I wanted to. I was polite and said that I would have ‘Ma’s gravy’ instead … and reached for the salt. Lol
In the Spanish I speak, there’s a saying that goes “sarna con gusto no pica” ~= “scabies doesn’t itch if you like it”, meaning something like “love covers many faults” in a negative way, or something like “some people just masochists, they like pain 🤷♂️”
I rubbed my eyes after cutting habaneros. 🥺
Oof…
I learned that one as a ween helping my ma make chili sauce. First my hands started burning. Then my legs started burning cause I tried to wipe my hands on my my clothes but I was wearing shorts. Eventually my auntie had to help me to the sink so I could wash. 😭I was mixing some “chili con carne”, went to the bathroom, didn’t wash my hands before… big mistake.
Did you wash your hands after???
Abundantly! And not only my hands 😅
Uuuuuuuugh. I thought of this as soon as I saw the title of this post. I’m so sorry…
What really gets me is when it’s not immediately afterward that this happens, but like 30 mins or an hour later, and you’ve washed your hands well - or so you thought - after cleaning up. But there was just enough oil left somewhere that you still get burned when you go for your eyes.
That happened the second time I worked with em, cuz I remember the first and scrubbed the hell outta my hands, using Dawn… Hour later, touch my face, “Ahhh! It burns!”
My favorite fuck up was when I microwaved a hard boiled egg. I stuck the fork in and it promptly exploded. There was an outline of my silhouette where my body blocked the chunks of egg on the couch.
I still laugh my ass off thinking about it to this day 🤣
Incredible image 😂
H… How?!
This is the best I could find on short notice. Basically this but I was sitting on the couch.
Woah!
I’m sure everyone’s absent mindedly grabbed the handle of a cast iron pan they’ve just taken out of the oven, and had that quick “Oh no!” thought in the milliseconds before the pain registers.
I’ve got that trained down to perfection: the moment I go “Oh no!”, I’m already running towards the sink and turning cold water to the max. Heat takes a moment to spread through skin and flesh, so if you quickly dump a bunch of running cold water onto it (not ice), then there is a chance it will take away the heat before it does too much damage. I’ve avoided what I’m sure would’ve been a decent blister more than once that way.
For some reason I have a hard time with which knob goes to which burner on a range. Couldn’t tell you why. Got home from a 12 hour shift at work and my wife, who didn’t work that day, told me she expected me to make dinner. I go into the kitchen and it is a much bigger mess then how I left it the night before. So with my last bit of mental capacity I put things away enough so I can cook. But apparently there were some plastic lids under a glass lid on the back of the stove. Started a pot of water and went to the other side of the kitchen to chop some veg. The kitchen started to smell weird, and I’m looking around trying to figure what it is, and figure out I had turned on the wrong burner. Picked up the glass lid and my lungs were assaulted with plastic fumes. I’m coughing and hacking and wheezing and almost passing out on the floor. It was so hard for me to breath I felt like I was dying. This brings my wife in and she steps over my body and finishes making dinner. Serves herself some, and takes it into the bedroom just as I’m barely able to stand again. That’s when I realized, I had fucked up. Shouldn’t have married her. Been divorced 2 years today.
Congrats on getting out, just passed 3 years for me
Sort of.
I was making a gigantic batch of mead. Like 5 gallons of it, boiling away merrily. I carefully prepared my glass carboy ahead of time and poured the must (aka: that-which-will-be-mead-after-yeast-farts-in-it) into my carboy. This was fine. All according to plan.
The bucket of ice and cold water I added to the sink to cool it down faster so that I could throw the pitched yeast into it… also according to plan.
What was not according to plan was a gunshot sound going off, shards of glass shooting through the air like a grenade, and honey water cascading out over the edge of my sink all over my floor.
I’ve never felt more broken.
I think your problem might have been the plan
it was the plan, the vetting of the plan, the sign off of the plan, the execution of the plan.
so I mean yeah, just like generally the plan. I haven’t made mead since, because it represents possibly the most monumental TIFU of my entire god damned life
Fun story though!
My roommate in college brewed alcohols for a class. We came home from class to the gunshot noises happening right as we were entering the room (before, during, and after). Didn’t realize exactly what was going on until we saw the liquid from the top shelves spilling on the ground haha
Similar - I didn’t check valve on my brewery and get 10l of wort on me.
Also check out the homebrewing@sopuli.xyz community.
Cat food pasta.
I often buy wet cat food, as a treat for my cats. I blend it with some water (they like it this way), freeze it into cubes, and put them in an old ice cream container. Everyday 18:00 I unfreeze two of those cubes for their dinner.
I also buy tomato paste in 1kg cartons, and freeze it into ice cubes. It goes to another ice cream container in the freezer.
Well. At night, distracted, preparing tomato sauce for the pasta. Added actual tomato paste cubes into it, got distracted, tasted it, “meh, still too runny”, went back to the freezer, picked the contained that I thought to be tomato paste, didn’t check the contents, added two more cubes to the sauce. And as it dissolves and bubbles I think “wait a minute this is smelling like cat foo… oh shit”.
It isn’t something harmful or contaminated, so I… ate it? 6/10 it didn’t make me go full “bleeeergh” but not doing this again.
my friend, sometimes ordering a pizza is a valid life choice
I know. And I did consider redoing the sauce, preparing something else, or simply takeover food. But the taste wasn’t offensive, just… weird. (It was weird for them too. I offered some of the sauce to them, they refused. Probably because the only edible stuff that humans eat, in their PoV, is yoghurt and chicken breast.)
You’re telling me they’d turn down a mouthful of medium rare grilled beef if it was only lightly salted? (because really good grilled beef doesn’t need to be seasoned much or at all)
I tried it once, giving them bits of beef. (Salt and pepper; they don’t mind pepper). Kika smelled it a bit and then went back to her “you’re giving me attention, right? Pet me, pet me!” modus operandi, while Siegfrieda picked it from her bowl and started playing with it. Kind of funny because she used to be a street cat and probably ate all sorts of nasty stuff, but nowadays she’s spoiled enough to be picky on meat.
We even joke at home that the cats bug us every meal - not because they want food, but because the humans dare to gather together without giving them attention.
Every cat owner should try every food they give their cats at least once.
I do it, and it makes total sense why they jump onto some of it, but only reluctantly eat some of the cheaper stuff.
Sorry, but my cat eats whole mice. I don’t think our tastes have much overlap. I’ll trust her decisions on the wet food varieties without personally experiencing them.
I was curious about her utter devotion to Temptations, though, and can safely say that whatever causes cats to go wild for them is not present in at least this human.
Cats love to kill, but at this point I’ve seen too many dead mice, birds, and lizards, proudly presented by a cat who right next went to eat the tasty food. Seriously, too many… 😳
They don’t have a sweet tooth, so all their food tastes like a variation on beef jerky, steak tartare, sashimi, and ash… but “comparatively”, some of the dry and wet food, have more flavor than others. They also go crazy for the sauce first, I guess that’s like jello.
Smh this site got me contemplating eating 12 different kinds of cat food in a cursed taste test
Eurgh, I can smell that in my brain. You win!
That reminds me of another time I was making chilli and came up with a great idea of getting frisky with my wife. Needless to say, it killed the mood.
If only one…
I was going to make fries 🍟, put a couple liters of oil in a wok-like frier 🍲 on the stove ♨️… and a short phone 📞 call later, came running into a cloud of oil smoke 💨 filling the kitchen, and flames 🔥 bursting just as I quickly slammed a lid on it. Take lid off, flames burst 🔥, put lid on, only smoke 💨. PHEW!.. but I wanted fries! So… DISCLAIMER: do not do this!!… got a cinder block, put it in the middle of the kitchen, and veeeeery carefully, with the lid on, took the whole thing with the oil at flaming point, off the stove, onto the cinder block… took the lid off, flames burst 🔥, put the lid on 💨… but I still wanted fries! So… DISCLAIMER: seriously, NEVER do this!!… I took a jug🏺, filled it with water 🌊, and very carefully, started pouring it onto the cinder block under the thing full of flaming oil. A few jugs later, and a lot a steam, and a wet floor, and an incredible amount of luck 🍀 later… took the lid off… finally no fire! So… DISCLAIMER: y’know the drill… veeeeery carefully, I took it off the cinder block and back onto the stove… waited a while for it to stop smoking, poured the fries in… and some minutes later, had freshly made fries!🍟 And a kitchen floor to mop up.
9/10, tasty, with a slight risk of a horrible death and burning the whole house down.
Then, this other time… I was feeling hungry, so decided to make a bowl of pasta 🍝, with some sour cheese 🧀, with scrambled eggs 🍳, with some strawberries 🍓, and some sugar to top it off… only instead of sugar 🍶, I picked the flour 🍶 jug (white is white, right?.. right?)… several minutes of blowing flour off the bowl into the sink later… I said “f it”… added some actual sugar, mixed everything thoroughly, and ate it like that.
8/10, was hungry, raw flour tasted bad, but mixed up together it got kind of masked.
Another time, decided to make pasta, so put a large pot of water on the stove… but was really tired, so set an alarm for 10 minutes, about when it should get boiling (this was on a gas stove without a timer), and went to take a quick nap… something like half an hour later, woke up to a nasty smell coming from the kitchen, ran into it, and of course all the water had boiled off, the pot was getting burned ♨️… and I just overheard a cop 👮 on the balcony in the apartament next door, saying “yes, send the firefighters 👨🚒 to…” which is when I jumped out crying "no need!! everything under control!!"😳. They still wanted to see what happened, so had to let them in, show the burned pot… they looked at me with commiseration, “yeah, I know…” I said. Thanked the neighbor for calling for help and excused myself, she still looked pissed. Oh well.
1/10, got no lunch that day, barely got on time for work, but the house still didn’t burn down, and firefighters didn’t have to break in, so that’s something.
And once, I was going to make coffee, fished out a jar from the back of the cupboard, no expiry date, opened it to take a whiff… and just that moment my mom comes into the kitchen, bumps into me, and I get a full snort of coffee. It wasn’t stale. I kept smelling it for a day or two…
4/10, coffee is fine, but everything smelling like coffee, from salad, to cheese, to orange juice, is a bit much.
Please, for the love of god, cut back on your Emoji usage, my eyes are bleeding.
Your eyes are bleeding over descriptive pictures in a personal story. What’s people weird obsession with not using emojis? This isn’t a college essay
If I see a bunch of emojis I just assume it’s another lame copy pasta and scroll right by
An emoji or two are fine, but this abomination straight up reduces readability of the stories. Honestly makes me think it’s made up by a 10 year old.
I have no issue with emojis but it was a bit jarring trying to read this. It was fine after like a paragraph. At that point my mind just started to skip over the emojis.
This was not actually my mistake, but last year we bought an expensive fresh turkey two days before Christmas, and unbeknownst to me, my husband decided to store it in the oven (mistake #1) then my son turned on the oven to cook something else, causing the turkey’s plastic bag to melt to the turkey (mistake #2).
We had ham for Christmas.
Well look at it this way, at least it was ruined ahead of time and you didn’t end up eating meat that had been sitting out at room temp for 2 days.
Once I learned that the thing had been unrefrigerated overnight, it was no longer going into my mouth. My husband was hoping I’d rethink that, so I was actually pleased when the melted plastic made it inedible even by his very lax standards.
I once while very tired put salt in a batch of cookies as a substitute for sugar. Two cups of salt…
Years ago I accidentally confused baking soda and baking powder… Not a good look.
For what dish?
Pancakes if I remember correctly… been about 30 years now.
Wait a sec. Which one is it and what does it do for pancakes? I love pancakes I’m always down to make them better.
My grandmother’s pancakes:
1 Qt. Buttermilk
2 TBS Baking Soda
1 TBS Salt
4 Cups Flour
2 TBS Baking Powder
1 Pkg Dry Yeast
1/4 C. Oil
6 EggsPut 1 quart buttermilk in large bowl and add 2 TBS Baking SODA and 1 TBS Salt.
Mix 4 cups of flour with 2 TBS Baking POWDER, stir this mixture into the buttermilk.
Add one package of dry yeast, 1/4 cup oil. Mix.
Whip 6 eggs till foamy, fold in mixture. Do not use electric mixer, use mixer tine by hand.
Pour batter into large pitcher or bowl. Cover with foil.
The next morning put a cup of milk in the pitcher to thin the batter.
Heat pan until hot. Add 3 TBS or so of oil, when water droplets sizzle in the pan it’s ready. Cook pancakes in 2s or 3s. When the tops are covered in steam-holes then it’s ready to flip. 2 to 3 minutes or so.
Lasts 10 days to 2 weeks in fridge. Yeast will turn black over time, this is normal. Stir batter before use.
Was making an alfredo a few weeks ago. Wanted it really cheesy. I’m there with my thing of cream and my shredded parm. Got greedy and added way more parm than I had cream to counteract. When it cooled it was basically rubberized.
I just had the same experience. Gotta tell you, parm mac and cheese is not good. Ended up adding a whole extra bag of noodles and tomato sauce for sweetness and acidity. It’s edible now but I went overboard cause I can’t even taste the parm.
I’ve been experimenting with different cheeses in my stovetop mac and to be honest, America/cheddar is still the best combo I’ve found. Was disappointed when a batch of smoked Gouda was still good, but not as good as the sauce made from “milk-product” slices and any old block of mild cheddar.
I’m sure parm would be good in breadcrumbs on top or a little in the sauce but this was a mistake sauce that was just parm and cream. Live and learn.
For mac and cheese, have you tried hot sauce? Just a little makes the cheese pop. It’s like coffee and chocolate.
I was trying to make guacamole for lunch once. I decided I wanted a little bit of spice and dumped in some chili powder without looking at the bottle, but it turned out to be cinnamon. I ate the guace anyways with some toast because who what’s to waste perfectly good avocado?
3/10, Would not recommend.
You should have tried it with rice. I heard its like a 5/7.
Ah a perfect score.
3/10 would be my guess for that mix. Maybe 2.5/10.