I couldn’t stop giggling over this. It’s a move I’d make, too.
I’m sure if I think about it, I can come up with more than a few amusing kitchen accidents beyond my husband’s exploding potato in the microwave. For the moment, here’s the earliest one I remember:
I was a budding culinary aficionado from an early age. I think I was around 11 when I decided to make a sauce Bolognese from scratch to feed my 2 younger siblings (our mother worked a lot). All went well until I decided to thicken the sauce with flour. I mean, it made sense, right? You want a nice thick sauce and you use flour to thicken. So went my reasoning.
Except you don’t. I mixed some flour and water together, poured it into the sauce and maybe cooked it about halfway. The mixture turned an extremely unappetizing pale pinky-orange color.
Served it over pasta to my younger sibs. My sister puked on her plate.
Speaking of exploding glass containers, I was once lifting a quart jar of freshly canned tomatoes from its water bath and the jar exploded out the bottom – which fortunately was pointed away from me and mostly down into the canning container. Made quite a mess, and I learned that day to let the jars cool a bit in the bath before removing them. But the mess was not as bad as…
My father, also an aspiring non-professional cook, had an obsession with developing the perfect New Mexico style enchilada sauce. He would fiddle with his dried peppers, ratios of garlic, onions, oil, tomato paste and seasonings for hours, trying for that perfect combination. When he deemed the sauce sufficiently tortured and reduced, he would finish it by giving it a whirl in the blender.
Once, he forgot to put the lid on the blender before he whirled. The result was a perfect ring of enchilada sauce sprayed on all the walls in the kitchen, about a foot down from the ceiling. We cleaned enchilada sauce off hidden surfaces for years.
It was also during one of these enchilada sauce capers (ha!) that Dad rubbed a bunch of dried peppers between his hands into his sauce, then absentmindedly went off to the loo for a pee. Took awhile for that to work itself out.
I remember he developed a preference for canned enchilada sauce after that.