Comments on: Blog birthday giveaway!

By: Donna K

Donna K — Thu, 03 Dec 2009 07:44:17 +0000

When cooking the potatoes, they boiled over and stuck to the bottom. No potatoes that year.

By: Jessica

Jessica — Thu, 03 Dec 2009 04:52:14 +0000

My story is really humiliating and just shows what an amateur chef I am. SO back up 8 years or so I am in college. I am unable to go home for Thanksgiving because I have to work the dreaded Black Friday. I decided to cook a Thanksgiving meal with friends and I offer to bring the Turkey. I call my mother for the recipe she remind me to pull out some bag of organs, I pull out one bag of organs , cook my Turkey, bring it to the friends house, everything sure looks nice. My friend goes to carve the Turkey and there is a bag of organs still in there. OMG! Total embarrasment I thought I pulled out that darn bag of junk. I am mortified and sort of puzzled as what the heck I did wrong. I finally figured out what I did wrong almost 9 years later when I attempted to cook my second Turkey. There is not just one bag inside there are two. It was a moment of epiphany.

By: Jeff

Jeff — Wed, 02 Dec 2009 20:30:17 +0000

Happy birthday. Gotta love chocolate cake.

By: Dddiva

Dddiva — Wed, 02 Dec 2009 18:46:16 +0000

We make up a ton of cookies, candies and sweet breads to make as gifts each year and since the mini diva is a disaster we learned long ago that her job in the kitchen is to sit on a stool and look cute.
Well, as she added an extra 3 dozen to her list of people who needed our goodie trays I made her *really* help me by preheating the oven. That’s right, all she did was set the temp and go back to her stool.
5 minutes later, the oven blows up with a HUGE bang scaring the daylights out of us. Insides shattering and horrible, nasty smell and mess explosion. Trip to Loew’s the next day to buy another we couldn’t afford. It wasn’t delivered to the following day so 3 all-nighters making up for lost time.

By: Kristin

Kristin — Wed, 02 Dec 2009 18:12:23 +0000

When I was 12, I wanted to make my mom strawberry shortcake for Mother’s Day. I worked all day to gather the supplies, cut the strawberries, etc. The shortcake came out looking great and we sat down to eat it. My mom took one bite and spit it out. So did my dad. The problem? I have confused the cup of sugar with a cup of salt! It was awful! Even the dog wouldn’t eat it. It became a family tradition to NOT allow me to ever make it again

By: Claudia Davis

Claudia Davis — Wed, 02 Dec 2009 05:39:10 +0000

My worst kitchen disaster was losing my ring in a sweet potato casserole last Thanksgiving and realizing that as everyone was eating dinner. I wasnt sure if it was already eaten or not so we deconstructed all the food items left on the table and finding it finally in the sweet potato casseole. The ring could have been anywhere in the food or already eaten (it was small). Ive learned not to cook with jewlery on anymore!

By: Laurie

Laurie — Wed, 02 Dec 2009 03:36:03 +0000

My worst kitchen disaster: was it the time I skipped an entire page of a 3-page recipe? For pretzels, no less, which I had to serve the next morning to an 8th grade German class? No. I’m not sure why, but no.
It was instead my boyfriend’s birthday, our first together in the our first shared apartment, with all of his friends (people I barely knew). I had organized a surprise party. I got up early, sent my sweetie off to work, and called in sick. My plan was to go to the grocery store, then clean the extremely messy apartment while the cake baked. The grocery store was a 45-minute bus ride away, and cake ingredients are heavy. I was already tired by the time I got home. Still, I cleared away enough table to mix up cake batter, carefully greased pans, and got the whole thing into the oven before gathering up trash into grocery bags to be tossed from our back fire escape into the conveniently placed dumpster. I cleared trash from every room, pushing clutter aside to be dealt with later. Clouds were gathering, the temperature was dropping, and the wind picked up. For the last bag, I actually had to run 3 flights – I was sure that a tossed bag would not hit it’s landing. When I got back to the kitchen door, I found it locked. Locked! The cake was due to come out in 10 minutes! I tried buzzing my neighbors at the front door, but no one answered to let me in. I tried the super, but he was not home. Then the heavens opened and – while I smelled the cake burning – cold April rain poured on me in my shorts and t-shirt. I had to wait for my boyfriend to get home before I could in the house, and he brought a friend with him. We had our party in a terrible mess, with no cake for the birthday boy. I still cringe to think of it. He WAS surprised, anyway.

By: Nicole

Nicole — Wed, 02 Dec 2009 03:17:51 +0000

Well, cooking in a strange kitchen is always challenging. The family camp has a stove with a feature I’ve never seen before. There are 2 knobs, 1 for on/off/temperature and one for varying degrees of bake/broil. Somehow or other (no one knows how since no one in this family seems to broil) the stove was set to broil so the top of the frozen turkey was crisped and the bottom still frozen and raw. Not very appetizing to cut into and being ‘at camp’ not a lot of other options either.
Still better than the year that turkey spoiled en route to the camp and wasn’t even able to be attempted!