I’m waiting around school for the next hour until my ride gets here, so I thought I’d do one of my writing posts. I know this is my second MoFo of today, but I had to switch things around a bit since YouTube probably hates me because my video blog won’t upload. I’ll make that post once I get that all figured out!
Glass Explosion:
So when I think of past kitchen disasters the first thing that comes to mind is the butternut squash glass explosion disaster. This is when I learned about glass transition, the reversible transition in amorphous materials (or in amorphous regions within semicrystalline materials) from a hard and relatively brittle state into a molten or rubber-like state (actually I just copied and pasted that off of Wikipedia). Anyway, I was baking a butternut squash in a glass pan one day. I was 15 or 16 at the time and it was the first time I was cooking a squash. I took it out of the oven and it was really hot, so I thought it would be a good idea to cool off the pan faster by running it under cold water and it shattered! Luckily it was in the sink at the time and glass shards didn’t go flying, so the main loss was the 9×13 glass baking pan. And thereafter I became cautious when running water on hot dishes!
I scoured my old photo storage websites to see if I could find the photo I took, but I did find some MS paint illustrations I did over the years, like pancake soup.
The Great Soy Milk Spill of 2007:
One day when I was baking cookies, I had a small measuring cup maybe half-full of soy milk sitting on the counter. The next thing I knew, I hit the measuring cup, it went flying, and there was soy milk ALL over the kitchen. All over the table, on the floor, on the refrigerator, on the stove, on the side of the cabinets, and in every nook and cranny of the kitchen. The reason this spill stands out is that I have no idea how maybe 1/3 cup of soy milk got absolutely EVERYWHERE.
Bloody Mary Cookies:
I think this one was a disaster waiting to happen. My friend Garrick and I made a joke about making bloody mary cookies and I decided to be gross and go through with it for the sake of experimentation. These cookies contained everything you would find in a bloody mary, right down to the tomato juice and vodka. Gulp.
Admittedly, the cookies weren’t awful, just incredibly weird. When people bite into a cookie, they expect sugary sweetness and flavor. These certainly had flavor, but weren’t working as cookies. I think it would be worth trying to make them into a savory biscuit, however. If anyone wants to take on that challenge, let me know how they turn out!
Here they are, in all their glory:
What are your notable kitchen disasters?
Love the name of these cookies. Love it!
first time i ever used a pressure cooker, i made a pot of black beans. i was using an old school jiggle weight variety and had NO IDEA how to get the pressure down so i could open them up. so i took the weight off the top, and black beans shot all over the ceiling. it was mostly black bean liquid, but it was an awful mess. luckily i had just purchased a brand new kitchen sponge mop, never been used, so i was able to sponge mop the ceiling…
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kittee
I just had a great disaster. I absent-mindedly turned on a burner instead of preheating the oven. On top of the burner was a beautiful red ceramic pie plate. It has now cracked into a number of pieces. Last year I shoved my dirty dishes in the oven when the landlord came over unexpected and then forgot about them and preheated the oven. I melted a vegetable peeler. I also managed to melt a metal ladle once. Why does anyone let me near the kitchen?
My disaster was pre-vegan but there I am making a cheesecake, a chocolate chip cheesecake as that was my specialty. I finished up the baking and was going to leave it in the oven for an hour or so to allow it to set more firmly. Only instead of turning off the oven as I had intended I just turned it down a little bit. I then went upstairs to my attic smoking room (there was a blizzard outside)and watched a movie. I came downstairs to the smell of charred cheesecake. It gets worse though. I turned off the oven and pulled out the cheesecake and since it was not completely blackened, just rather golden, I decided to see if I could salvage some of it. I pop the sides off of my spring form pan and get out my bread knife thinking that some sawing action is going to be needed. Let me just say that I broke my bread knife, my Henckel’s bread knife.
I once dropped an open glass of olives in oil in my mum’s kitchen – like you with your soy milk, I have absolutely no idea how that happened, but there was oil from the floor right up to the ceiling. My mum had to get a new wallpaper after this.