Kitchen Mishaps. We've all got them. Some of us more than others.
Maybe you confused the salt and the sugar. Maybe you used cornstarch instead of cornmeal. Possibly you doubled a recipe and forgot to double the flour. (I may or may not be guilty of some or all of these. I'll never tell.) I'm a pretty accomplished cook, but even I have made an error or two - and I'm super guilty of what has become a family joke. I call your attention to:
The Coffee Incidents.
I am a fierce and devoted fan of the coffee, and I have made it my mission in life to accomplish many different styles of coffee service. French press, Vietnamese, Turkish - it's all United Nations up in my coffee cabinet. The latest hurdle to jump? How to make really, really good iced coffee, in big batches. You can't just take old coffee that's been sitting around, add some ice cubes and drink. nope. There's a STYLE to it.
I found some instructions that promised to result in the Best.Cold.Coffee.EVER, with no bitter taste or unhappy mouth feel. I mixed the recommended coffee with the exact amount of water in my largest pitcher and carefully, oh so carefully, set it into the refrigerator to brew overnight. The next day, I oh-so-carefully removed the pitcher, brimming with what could only be described as black goodness, from the refrigerator and took it over to the sink. I'd lovingly lined my pasta strainer with cheesecloth, as per the directions, and gently and carefully poured the coffee mixture into the strainer.
Forgetting to put a pitcher underneath the strainer to, you know, catch the coffee that was draining through the cheesecloth. It's not bad enough that I did this once, but I actually have committed this same coffee sin THREE times.
In my defense, each time it was early in the morning. I apparently need coffee to make the coffee. I've added paprika to my coffee in place of cinnamon sugar, (hey, they are the same color!), added soy milk instead of creamer (nothing wrong with that, just not my style) and once added milk that poured out just a tad bit clumpy. Each of those times, I didn't notice until I took a drink.
I'm not at my best in the early morning.
In the spirit of March Madness, what kind of kitchen mishaps have you been a part of, that have become family lore and created a memory for your family? Please share with us - I can't be the only kitchen klutz!