Embarrassing Adventures with Food

[electricland]

The drawback of frozen entrees: when moving them from the microwave to the table, it's possible for the flimsy container to buckle, flinging pasta with tomato-chicken sauce all over the table. And the things on the table. And the walls, including the one 6 feet away. And the floor. And for said sauce to splatter onto the chairs and your glasses and your face.

Um. Yeah. I am 2.

At least I didn't get any in my hair... I don't think.

Comments

[eniran.livejournal.com]

That sounds like something that would happen to me.. probably on a first date... and in a nice restaurant.

[electricland.livejournal.com]

Aiee! True, at least mine was in decent privacy (until a colleague came in and saw me mopping the bloody tomatoey remains, that is -- it looked like CSI, I swear).

[eniran.livejournal.com]

I hope that it didn't smell as bad as the soup guy that they found in the bag though.

[raithen.livejournal.com]

prove we are kindred spirits!! (me, Monday. Coffee. EVERYWHERE)

[electricland.livejournal.com]

argh... I hope not on you! (The one bright spot: aside from the chairs, nothing stainable and vital got splashed.)

[jenlev.livejournal.com]

yup, this would be me. like the time i spilled defrosted organic blueberries all over my kitchen ten minutes before i was supposed to leave for work.

or the time when i was 12 and my father (he was in a wheelchair and my mother was out of town for the day) wanted home made french fries.....of course i didn't have a clue. sliced up the potatoes, put the oil on low....and watched the oh so pretty flames erupt.

at which point our three border collies who'd been hanging out in hope of extras levitated the frell out of there. and i (did i mention i didn't have a clue?).....put the pan in the sink and ran cold water on it to....er....extinquish the flames.

i spent the next 3 hours cleaning up every surface in the kitchen that was completely covered in a fine layer of oil and soot after the resulting fire ball had collapsed on itself.

*headdesk*

[electricland.livejournal.com]

Aieeeeee!

Stories like this are why you will never get me near a deep fat fryer. (OK, I did work in fast food the summer I was 15, but that was different, although it's another reason.)

[jenlev.livejournal.com]

i *never* told my mother about it. and given the fact that she avoids the internet like the plague, i'm free at last to fess up as to what an idiot i was. hee!

the fireball was *biiiiig*.

[kendokamel.livejournal.com]

Doh!