Stupid things you've done in the kitchen

I thought you were going to say the door ended up having been unlocked the whole time.

:eek:

feels faint

Uh… well, the stupidest thing I can think of is swapping a hot pan from my oven mitt right hand to my un-mitted left hand to get it to the sink. OW. Dropped it in there and hit the cool water until my hand stopped hurting. No blisters, but I wasn’t a happy camper for a while.

I just dropped a dinner plate on my left big toe this evening. It hit right below the nail, broke the skin just a tiny bit and started turning the area black and swollen almost immediately. I can move it and do not believe it’s broken, but…
OOOOWWWWWIIIIEEEEEEEE!!!
:frowning:

I’m betting they might be the same kind of special effects you get when you make the same mistake with egg drop soup. I blamed it on being pregnant.

Last Sunday I was baking cookies with a friend from work. Let me preface this by saying none of us ever use the oven. We probably wouldn’t know how if we had to. Unbeknownst to me, my mother had hidden a bag of marshmallows in the oven. So my friend preheats the oven, and we go about our cookie-making activities. We make the cookie dough all nice and pretty on the pan, and open the oven door. Let’s just say it was a good thing there was a pan underneath the bag of marshmallows. The bag was split open, and the marshmallow goo had actually expanded across the pan. We quickly took the pan and put it in the sink so it could cool off. About ten minutes later, my grandmother comes into the room and says “Oh, what smells so good?” That would be the baked marshmallows, grandmother.

So thankfully, there wasn’t a big mess in the oven and we put the cookies in. We all sit around the table to talk, occasionally glancing at the marshmallows in the sink. You know, they look kind of good… Pretty soon, everyone had grabbed spoons and started eating the marshmallow goo off the pan. Even though there was probably melted plastic in the marshmallows.

It was good, though.

I dropped an 8-ounce can of mushrooms on my big toe once. It landed right on the base of the toenail, blackening it. It kept hurting so bad that I thought it was broken. But it was just a hematoma according to the doc who burned a hole in the nail to let the blood out.

I, on the other hand, did get an injury… weeks later. Turns out there was one bit of glass left on the floor, and while on my hands & knees cleaning the floor, I managed to shove it into my finger (right ring), just at the joint between the finger tip, and the ‘middle bone’. It stayed there for a couple of weeks until I got the liquid courage available to do a ‘home extraction.’ (No health insurance at the time :mad: ).

I’ve also cut up hot peppers, without gloves, then tried to get frisky with the wife. Apparently those membranes are particularly sensitive to capsaisin. :eek: :eek:

As a teen, I worked in a fish store, and learned after only one experience, to NEVER EVER TRY TO CATCH A FALLING KNIFE. Wasn’t cut badly, but it wasn’t a good experience.

It was throbbing and stinging last night. Today it’s hard for me to wear shoes or even slippers because of the pressure.
I wonder if I should try to drain it…

I was unable to sleep because of the pain every time it brushed against anything as tough and unyielding as air. But when the doc drained it, the pain went down to almost nothing right then and there.

I poked it myself and it’s doing better. But now I tend to carry plates and bowls out in front of me, arms extended.

when i was chopping carrots for my soup i cup the tip of my finer not so bad only 1 tiny centimeter deep when i took off my bandaid to put on a new one i saw some marks 1 you know those three lines on the forehead of your finger those were a twisted desigh and my other side has two straight vertical lines with a minature finger print in the middle

Cool story, brombie!

I once let zombies infest my kitchen.

I was making crepes for the first time and somehow forgot to put eggs in.

They were…not good.

I posted this a week or so ago - I was making cookies and noticed that the batter was softer and richer than usual. I put the first tray in the oven anyway, because you know, the dough isn’t always exactly the same. After they’d been in for about a minute, I saw my cup of flour sitting beside the sink. Hey, what’s that doing over there? Why isn’t it in my cookies? I scraped the cookies back into the bowl, added the flour, and put them back on the cookie sheet. They turned out okay. :slight_smile:

ROTFLMAO. **toad **wins! **toad **wins!