Share your funny or cute stories about cooking or baking?

My 8 year old niece was here a few years ago and we were making a cake with the electric mixer. She pulled the mixer out of the batter and it went everywhere. She just laughed but was a big mess to clean up.

When my brother was about three or four my mom opened a can of biscuits, and he started running all over the kitchen. My mom asked what was he doing and he said he was looking for the little dough boy.That was so funny.How long has it been since we have seen that commercial.

Well, I have to confess. I use frozen biscuits. Never learned to bake one edible one yet. However, I thought I'd put them in the oven and returned the remaining biscuits to the freezer. I had a load of laundry going so when the dryer stopped I went to get the dry clothes out and there was my biscuits??? what a mess!!! Granny has her days!

Someone was talking to me and I was distracted. I do not know how you gals multi task.....but I can't keep two thoughts going. Single minded, for sure.

Blessings,
Ruth

One of the reasons for my screen name:
I was working for a home-party company that sold kitchen stuff (it's out of business now) and I went to demo some kind of decorating tool and managed to spray the kitchen with whipped cream...really impressive, huh?

Ruth, that sounds just like the kind of thing I Do!! I guess the funniest thing was last Thanksgiving. I forgot to put the dressing on the table, left it sitting in the oven. No, it didnt burn, I had turned the oven off, but no one asked about the dressing( everyone but me loves it), guess they thought I just didnt make it. Another time, I left the broccoli casserole in the microwave, and another time, I forgot to put the rolls out. Needless to say, having a big bunch around when I am cooking doesn't work for me!LOL

This happened many many moons ago. I had never prepared asparagus, but thought I would give it a try. I put the olive oil in the pan, prepared the asparagus, and started to cook it. I could not get it to soften up, no matter how much I tried. What I had done when preparing it, was cut off the eating part (looked like weeds and seeds to me), and threw it away. I was trying to cook the ends.

I can't believe I just told this story !!!!!

Awww, RCG, I know the feeling. I still don't approach asparagus without the sense if it didnt taste good I wouldn't mess with the ugly stuff. I tried to fry it....Lord what a mess. I'm a hick living in a big city and without a doubt, lost most of the time. (I hate reading cook books. Until recently I didn't bother but I bought some at a yard sale .... still, the last thing I do is look something up.)

You know Clem55, I'm forever leaving something in the microwave. I learned if I put the sponge or dish rag in there and nuke it for a few minutes it sterilizes it. Imagine what they thought when the crispy sponge was discovered. It had been in there about a week. Soak it and it was fine for use, but they teased me about how much gravy it would take and one said we needed a ginsu knife to cut it with, go ahead and get the pancake syrup.

But at least we are in the Kitchen trying!

OK, OK, you'd think after 26 years of marraige I'd learn a skill but my husband still cooks out of self-defense. I made him blueberry bran muffins (hey, the recipe was found on a cereal box, how hard can it be right?). I might have been doing everything right but I somehow skipped the part where I was supposed to add the baking powder. They were like rocks (or Grape nuts on steroids). You know you are in trouble when something won't crumble even when you throw it against a brick wall.

In my defense, I reread the recipe and realized the ingredients weren't listed in the correct order. I rewrote it and actually made it work last time. I'm actually going to try to kill him again and make some more today.

That's funny. Never was that excited about cooking. I guess I was never that domesticated. But I certainly gave it a try for many years. I now don't try very often. When my husband retired 2 years before me, he did all the cooking. After I retired, I told him he does such a great job, why spoil it. :thumbup:
He continues to do a wonderful job !!!!!

Labfairy: That is a funny story. I'm still laughing!

First cake I made with my new stand mixer exploded in the oven. It was like a vulcano errupted. I had no idea that HIGH on the stand mixer meant "OMG let's whip this sucker to kingdom come!" So first we had to deal with the smell of burnt cake AND of course, the cake needed to be tossed. Then I used the automatic clean function on the oven and had to deal with that smell. Happy Easter indeed! lol

Oh where do I start? I did not learn to cook at home. Perfectionist mother who had to do everything herself. So when I went to college I didn't know how to do much beyond open cans.I loved hard boiled eggs but I would forget to time them and they usually ran dry and exploded!

so I lived in the YWCA when I went to college and they only had a huge commercial kitchen for us to cook in. Then they built a brand new kitchen on our floor and we didn't have to go down 3 floors to the kitchen any more.
I decided to make hard boiled eggs. I set the pan on the stove in this homey new kitchen and went back to my room down a couple of hallways. I remembered the eggs an hour later. When I went down to the kitchen there was egg dripping off the ceiling and the upper cabinets and all over the kitchen!! and the smell was awful!!!
Unfortunately I never learn I have boiled things dry many time since then too! LOL
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But I did learn to cook from my MIL and I raised my kids with pretty good food. Tho in my early years of marriage my BILs would bring Kentucky fried chicken with them in self defense! LOL

I'm another one who wasn't taught much about cooking and had to learn on my own.

Eggs have to be cooked for you to eat them, riiiight?

When I made my first-ever chocolate layer cake, in a house I shared during college, I used a recipe from the Betty Crocker Cookbook to do it. I figured that was a reputable cookbook, so I should have no trouble. I was in tears over what I thought was a major flaw in the recipe - it didn't tell me how to cook the eggs before putting them in the cake batter!

My housemates had to work hard to convince me that I was to put the eggs in raw - RAW!! - and they'd cook along with the rest of the cake ingredients.

The cake turned out just fine, I'm happy to say. :oops: :-D

I always laugh because despite my bad cooking experiences even I know better than to cook Jello on the stove. My roommate in college thought the package told her to boil it for 3 minutes. What a mess. It never did set and she couldn't figure out WHY.

I decided to make gravy for my soon to be DH and his brother and his sister. Glenda was 17 and I was 18. I did not know how to cook. Glenda had helped her mom cook alot and was convinced she knew how to cook! So we made gravy! It was so thick you could stand a knife up in it for real. That meal did not come out good!! My soon to be BIL went out and brought back Kentucky Fried! I did learn to make gravy from my MIL later on. She always fed about 18 to 25 every weekend so she had this huge black iron skillet. It was 18" wide no joke. I learned to make gravy in that with her helping me. I wanted that skillet so bad when they moved off the farm but I think someone threw it away. Noone could find it. My sister inlaw learned to cook for large groups of people at home as there were 9 kids and their spouses and kids and all the folks's inlaws would show up on the weekends. so Mom always prepared alot of food. My SIL went on to cook in restaurants and my one BIL and his wife owned a restaurant. Mom was a good downhome cook on most things. I learned alot of techniques from her that I still use to this day.

At our house, we ALWAYS leave something in the fridge or the oven when we have guests over....it's our nature!!!

My funny - and I can't believe I'll tell you this. We ALWAYS have cornbread dressing for the holidays. One year, my family wasn't coming, but my husband's brother and his family, a woman I worked with and her folks were coming to dinner. I saw a recipe that was called "cornbread sausage stuffing". i thought - wow, that sounds good. Course, me being me, I didn't READ how to do it! I bought bulk sausage and added it to my cornbread dressing -- UNCOOKED! My SIL wanted the dressing in the turkey -- a first for me. When we were dishing up....I picked up the turkey, SIL standing next to me, the turkey tipped a little and a yellow, grainy YUCK came out of the turkey -- the dressing was saturated in fat!!!!!! My nephew was having trouble with diarreah at that time...SIL said "that looks familiar".....I about died, then we started laughing. Thankfully, we had a pan of dressing on the side, too. The guests brought pumpkin pies -- they weren't done in the center!!!! It was one of the unforgettable holidays!!!!

I was a teenager. I had not read the small print on the box. I was making an angel food cake and was standing there with the mixer for nearly 45 minutes and could not figure why it would not beat up. Finally saw on the box, "Do not beat in a plastic bowl". I am surprised I still have any strength in my arms.

My two WORST blunders......
(1) I made sugar cookies one time and forgot the sugar. Actually they tasted like little flat biscuits.
(2) As a very young newlywed, I discovered that two large fresh jalapeno peppers are not a good substitute for 1/2 cup green pepper in spaghetti sauce. Even though we're from Texas and eat a lot of hot spicy food, neither one of us could eat that spaghetti!

My friend's son had to bake something for cooking badge for Scouts. He decided to make Brownies. She was in and out of the kitchen, when her daughter asked " What in the world is Brian doing in here." He had his hands in the bowl of batter mixing it up. She asked, "what are you doing". To which he promptly replied, "Mom, the directions said mix throughly by hand". We have always kidded about mixing by hand!

My dad (gone to heaven many years ago, now) was a prince among men. One thing he always did was praise my mom's cooking and told her after after meal how good it was or how it hit the spot or it was the best she ever made, etc. (Mom WAS a really good cook.) When I was learning to cook and bake, he did the same thing with me and always ate everything I made, even when it wasn't so good. He even ate foods he didn't like just to "set a good example" for us kids.

Well, not long after I was married and moved away from home, my mom had to have some surgery done. While she was in the hospital, my teenage sister decided to make dinner for my youngest sister and my dad when he got home from work. So she called mom in the hospital and asked her how to make spaghetti. Mom told her to use a certain cookbook and follow the recipe for Spaghetti and Meatballs, but she didn't have to make the meatballs, just make a meat sauce and told her how. Well, that's what she did. Only mom didn't think to tell her not to use the bread crumbs that were supposed to go in the meatballs, so my sister dumped the crumbs in the sauce and cooked it all together!

You can imagine how thick and yuckky it must have been, but daddy, God bless him, ate it all and told her how good it was! She didn't realize what she had done until days later when she asked mom why the sauce was so thick and grainy.

She is now a gourmet cook and makes the best spaghetti sauce!