Your Worst Kitchen Disaster [Giveaway]
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UPDATE: Thank you guys so much for supporting me in this! I am so excited to announce that I won the Pampered Chef Blogger Blunder Kitchen Disaster contest – $3,5000 of Pampered Chef product and a gift card to Spa Finder. I couldn’t have done that without all of YOU.
Even though the giveaway is over now, feel free to leave a comment still if you’d like and don’t forget to read through some of the other disaster stories. There are some GREAT comments in here.
Congratulations to Jeneen for winning the Easy Brie-zy Pizza Set!
Disasters Happen Here Every Day
I say (jokingly, of course) that it’s a good thing that I was asked to share my worst “kitchen disasters” because we all know that I’m too good (I’m totally not) to have a “cooking disaster.”
Eric looks up and says “cooking disasters happen in here every day!” I am baffled, at a loss for words. WHAT? But he quickly recovers saying that by cooking disasters he means big messes.
And he is definitely right about that one, only I don’t view those as true “disasters,” just my genius creativity at work. But I will admit that I’ve never been a very tidy cook and have always felt that the only thing I hated about cooking is the cleaning up part.
My Worst Kitchen Disaster
I’m home from vacation with one day to unload the car, unpack, do laundry, settle the kids and pack myself up again before I leave for another trip, this time work related.
I come downstairs from laundry, quickly rushing to the kitchen. My mind is obviously somewhere else because I’m completely perplexed as to why the floor feels so…disgusting…and crunchy.
It takes a moment for the horrifying scene before my eyes registers with my brain. I realize that what I’m stepping on are tiny multi-colored sprinkles. And there aren’t just a few. There are a lot more than a few. A whole heckuva lot more.
Upon further inspection I find that not only has Madeline emptied several once full bottles of sprinkles onto the kitchen floor, but that she’s sitting on the counter rubbing her sweet little hands together like she’s putting on lotion…only she’s used an entire bottle of green food coloring for the job.
She must be pretty satisfied with herself because she stops rubbing those hands to flash a toothy, chubby cheek smile my way before continuing on her merry way.
The next task at hand — dumping curry powder into some concoction she’s got brewing nearby. Unfortunately, more curry makes it onto the counter than into her bowl. Which then ends up all over the seat of her pants.
At the time I’m feeling all sorts of things: annoyed, concerned, furious… that my 2 year old has figured out how to push a chair from the kitchen table over to the counter so she can get into the spice cabinet.
I’m so beside myself that I call Eric and tell him that I don’t care how tired he is, that there will be child locks on all the kitchen cabinets when I’m home from my trip.
I have too much to do still, and so I leave the mess as evidence but not before I take the chair and the bottle of curry powder away.
The only thing I can think to do is send Madeline out back in her diaper with the sprinklers on and popsicle in hand so she can wash off while I pout about my circumstances.
Payback Time
Only now months later do I realize that this is just payback for the occasion that I, as my 3 year old self, found it quite prudent to create my very first cake on the kitchen floor. Like mother, like daughter.
I think my parents must have known back then that the kitchen would be always be my most favorite room in the house, because after that disaster I certainly made many, many more.
I can only hope that Madeline will one day find the same joy in the kitchen that I do. And that maybe she’ll get a little payback of her own too.
P.S. We now have child locks on every single cabinet in the house, in or out of the reach of little hands.
P.P.S. Every word of this is the absolutely truth.
Now it’s your turn – SPILL IT – what is your worst kitchen disaster?
Were you the cause or someone else? Did it involve a recipe failure, a gigantic mess, or something else crazy? Was it a major holiday recipe disaster or more every day run of the mill disaster? DO TELL! I am so curious!
Even if you don’t have anything to share, I’d love your comment. Comments on this post count as votes on my entry in the contest.
Giveaway Prize (1 winner):
Easy Brie-zy Pizza Set (valued @ $115)
Giveaway Requirements:
- Leave a comment on this post telling me about your worst kitchen disaster.
- You may NOT enter using multiple email addresses. Automatic disqualification.
- Additional entries must leave a separate comment.
- Contest ends April 15, 2011 at 12:00 p.m. CT.
- Contest open to US States only.
- Winner will be chosen via random.org and will have 3 days to respond before disqualified and a new winner chosen.
Extra Entries:
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Contest Info
The Pampered Chef has asked me to share my very worst kitchen disaster with my readers in a little blogger contest. I own several Pampered Chef products and have always been happy with them so I agreed to participate. Plus, this is a good disaster story and something I’ve never shared here before.
I was not compensated for sharing my worst kitchen disaster in any way, but the winner — you need to comment on my post to help me win — winner gets $3,500 The Pampered Chef kitchen tool makeover and $125 towards SpaFinder.
To follow along with The Pampered Chef SPILL IT! Contest, “Like” their Facebook Page and share your worst story there, too (by Wednesday at noon CT) for a chance to enter this same contest.
Amy | She Wears Many Hats says
Mention only one kitchen disaster?
Hmmm… I literally burned water one time. Had a pot on the stove to simmer for making tea and forgot about it. All the water of course evaporated and the pot popped. It was a favorite pot too.
Katie says
You can leave more than one if you want to 😉
Thanks, Amy!
Erin says
I have butter hands and am always dropping things. I’ve broken so many cups, plates and bowls. It’s a real pain to clean up and a drag that they get broken.
Ariana says
I got my 1c stainless steel kitchen aid measuring cup stuck in my sink drain!!! It suctioned itself in there! I tried pouring boiling water over it only to find that that made it WORSE! I tried pulling up on the handle and the handle completely bent and then the rubber handle cover came off…EVENTUALLY, thanks to facebook comments and hours of attempting to get it out-I found out only COLD water and a plunger would pull that baby out. This of course, AFTER I cut up my hands pulling on the stainless steel handle…ugh. What a day.
Katie says
Oh no! Something similar happened here – a juice glass got stuck down our drain. my husband’s hand couldn’t fit and I shudder at the thought of putting my hand down the disposal. I had to get over it and act like a big girl though.
Cassidy says
My son once dumped a container of steel cut oats all over the floor, so I feel your pain with those sprinkles! That was a hard mess to clean up.
Keith says
The first time I cracked an egg I was about 6, and all the shells went into the bowl of batter, and the egg landed on the counter. Not exactly my finest moment.
Amy @ A Little Nosh says
I made my first cheesecake for Thanksgiving this year. Pumpkin with a graham cracker crust. As I was moving it from the counter to the fridge, the springform pan fell apart and my beautiful cheesecake went crashing to the floor. My husband brought two spoons over, sat down next to me, and we ate cheesecake off the floor. Well, the top part of it that didn’t actually TOUCH the floor.
Kid Mankato says
I tried to make soup with catfish once. It was the grossest thing ever. It was just slime in the pot.
Diane L. says
My worst kitchen disaster was when I sprayed the oven with oven cleaner before I left for work in the morning. I didn’t tell my kids I had done this, and my son turned on the oven to heat up a frozen pizza when he got home from school. He called me in a panic after foul-smelling smoke started to pour out of the oven!
Becca H. says
I am a fan of Good Life Eats on Facebook!
Jackie says
I was making carrots (babyfood) my steamer pot ran out of water… it was a giant burt carrot mess 🙁 I for got all about it till I seen all the nasty smoke..
Becca H. says
My worst kitchen disaster had to be when a glass baking dish shattered in the oven, leaving me with a shard-infested pan of lasagna. I cried for an hour just trying to figure out where to begin the cleanup efforts!
Marlis says
Still finding sprinkles, Katie???? Too funny. I must say you are way more understanding than I would have been. BTW, thanks for being on FB, that’s how I keep track of the goings on at your site.
Katie says
Luckily, we aren’t finding sprinkles anymore. Glad to have you as a fan on Facebook!
Elaine says
Once I used baking soda instead of baking powder in my cookies. The texture was totally off!
Sadie Samuels says
Every year for most of my life (until recently when I moved out of state for graduate school) my mom and I would get together to bake piles of goodies for Christmas presents. We were frequently joined by my younger sister, or other female friends and relatives, but at the very least it was a mother and daughter activity. One year we invited my then boyfriend’s mother to join us. She wasn’t a big baker, and we skeptical to say the least. Things started out great, with everyone having a great time and things tasting delicious. Then came time to bake one of our staples, pumpkin bread. While the other ladies were chatting away I picked up a can of pumpkin and proceeded to open is as I walked toward the mixer. About halfway across the kitchen, as I lifted the sharp metal top off the can, I slipped on some invisible substance and sliced my thumb on the open can. I dropped the pumpkin and ran to the sink, clutching my thumb and rinsing the blood away. The other women in the kitchen quickly realized what had happened and were swirling around me in no time. Thankfully, all I needed was a tight bandage and time to breathe, no stitches. I don’t know if my ex boyfriend’s mom ever got the urge to bake again, and I still have the scar to remind me that can openers should be taken more seriously.
Rachel says
And following on Facebook.
Rachel says
Just tweeted