KirstenL4W

I haven’t participated in the Monday writing prompt in a couple of weeks. Two weeks ago, Mister and I were visiting his parents in one of the most perfect places I’ve ever seen, and last week the topic didn’t apply to me. But I’m back, with stories about cooking. Other people’s cooking.I admit that I’m not the best cook in the world, but I don’t think I’ve ever really messed something up bad enough to make a blogworthy story. I have blogged about other people’s cooking before, specifically my stepmother and mom. My mom is funny. She can be a bit forgetful when she cooks - like the time she made tuna casserole and forgot to put the tuna in. Other times she makes a big mistake. Once, she accidentally reached for the wrong thing in the spice cabinet and ended up putting cinnamon in the meatloaf instead of allspice. She blamed that one on “someone” who was moving things around in her meticulously organized spice cabinet. Oh, and there’s the time she made a roaster chicken and put 4, count ‘em, four bullion cubes in when she was making the gravy. She wanted it to have some flavor, she said. Oh, it had flavor all right. The unmistakable flavor of way too much sodium.

My mom is not the only one with her disasters. My sister, when she was younger and much, much less experienced in the kitchen, decided to make herself a grilled cheese sandwich. What she got was two pieces of blackened bread with cold cheese in the middle. She fried both sides of the bread until they were nice and crispy, then stuck a piece of cold cheese between them. Brilliant. She’s much better at it now, and is even better at making roasting chickens than mom is.

One disaster that I was not witness to, but really enjoy hearing, is Mister’s experience with salmon. He likes to cook with wine, and is quite good at it. Actually, he’s quite good at cooking period. Anyway, he was cooking this salmon and decided to add some white wine. As he reached for the wine bottle, he realized he was out of white wine. He figured since the fish was already in the middle of the cooking process, he’d add what he did have - red wine. How bad can it be? Well, he soon saw the results of red wine with salmon. He ended up serving purple fish. A crayola-like passionflower purple. Very, um, colorful. The recipients of this meal were a bit unsure at first, but as they put on a brave face and started eating it, they realized it was yummy. Very yummy. So yummy, in fact, that they specifically asked for purple fish a number of times after that. It ended up being a popular dish in his circle.

So there you have it - some cooking catastrophes. Some I have been subjected to, others not. What are some of your cooking catastrophes?

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