Are You A Kitchen Klutz? Giveaway

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Happy Kitchen Klutzes of America Day!!! Are you a kitchen klutz?  We want to hear about it!

Comment below with your worst kitchen klutz story and our favorite story entered by June 20 will win a Kelapo gift basket that will include a jar of Kelapo coconut oil, Susan Dopart’s book “A Recipe for Life”, plus a couple of surprises!!!

 

Last years winner:

I had gone out to eat at a Mexican restaurant the day before. I never finish a meal, so I brought my leftovers home in a Styrofoam container. I also added the tortilla chips in with the meal. The next day I noticed that the tortilla chips were not crunchy anymore. I had a bright idea, I’ll heat the chips up in my little toaster oven to dry them out.  Yum, hot chips coming up! I put the chips in the toaster oven and hit the toaster button.  Well a minute later the chips caught fire in my toaster oven. Flames were coming out and burning my kitchen cabinets. I grabbed my fire extinguisher and pulled the trigger. Nothing! The fire extinguisher was empty. I had no idea. FLAMES are getting higher, now the fire alarm was screaming in my ears, dog barking, security people trying to talk to me through the alarm speaker systems. I was trying to think of how to put this fire out. I couldn’t use water because the appliance was plugged in and I couldn’t reach the plug to unplug it. I got a bag of flour and put out the fire with that. The toaster oven was toast and I had to get a new one. I scrubbed down and painted my kitchen cabinet.  What a klutz I am!

– Richard, NC

 

 

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  1. ria
    June 13, 2012 at 2:53 pm

    I am a kitchen clutz sometimes. I always forget things or put the oil in the fridge or something clutzy like that.

  2. Ocie Johnson
    June 13, 2012 at 2:54 pm

    My biggest kitchen klutz ever was mashing the potatoes while they were still in the water. I don’t know what I was doing, and what was preoccupying me, but I started to do this with a masher tool. Once I realized what I was doing, I strained the sloppy mess and my boyfriend told me to add flour to them…oh my what a mess!

  3. Pamela Craig
    June 13, 2012 at 3:00 pm

    My worst kitchen klutz would have to be: I was canning tomatoes a few summers ago and had all the quart jars filled with tomatoes and had them in the hot water bath canner and proceeded to process them. When it was time to take them out of the canner, I lifted the lid and instantly one of my jars blew to pieces. No only did it scare the jahebee out of me, but it also sent hot tomato pieces flying everywhere. They were on the ceiling, floor,stove,shelves, lights, cabinets, and everywhere else you could think of. I spent the next six hours cleaning up tomatoes. Luckily, I have not had that problem again!!!

  4. June 13, 2012 at 3:59 pm

    So – one morning I was making pancakes for my 3 boys. Did the usual, mixed flour, eggs, etc. Stirred, put on the griddle and served them up. Son # 3 is taking a big bite, and realizes there is something in the pancake. Lo and behold it’s a screw. Now where in the world did that come from? Begin checking my flour canister, nope, all’s fine. Maybe the sugar? Nope – nothing in there either. Could it have possibly been in the eggs? That would be amazing.

    Chalked it up to “who knows” and got him a new pancake. One bite, and this time he finds a nut. Not a walnut, but a nut that matches the screw he just found!

    After laughing hysterically, we played detective and finally figured it out.

    While mixing the batter, I had opened the cabinet above to get out a glass for the aforementioned son. The screw and nut had fallen right off the hinge of the door, and plopped into the batter where it sinked into oblivion – and I never even noticed!

    I did the approved mom action and said it was all his fault since he wanted a glass.

    And wouldn’t you know it, he still remembers every detail of the “

  5. June 13, 2012 at 4:04 pm

    These are all so funny! Keep them coming!

  6. Karen W
    June 13, 2012 at 5:02 pm

    One summer I saw that I had bought cubed “dill” pickles for my Southern Style Potato Salad, instead of cubed “sweet” pickles. I didn’t learn from my mistake until I made the same mistake on a later visit to the market. I read the labels very carefully now!

  7. ERIN LOVETT
    June 13, 2012 at 5:22 pm

    I have long hair…being that I usually keep it braided or wear in a ponytail…Well this day I did neither. I was fixing dinner,everything going well until I checked on the baked chicken. As I was pulling the cookie sheet out of the oven ,’I must of tipped it backward’..because the next thing I knew..A big blast of fire–poofed out of my oven…(from grease, hitting the element)…and yes…I was level w/ the blast! It literally singed one whole side of my hair,my eye lashes…gone…eyebrows singed…my face slightly red….boy-oh boy…And the smell of burnt hair..(Not good)…it happened so quickly..like a bomb..I was ok…. Not on fire luckily….but my hair, sad to say…is still recovering…Being a KLUTZ..CAN BE DANGEROUS TO YOUR HEALTH…But guess what???? Dinner was great..went off without a hitch!..Happy Cooking!

  8. Linda
    June 14, 2012 at 9:50 am

    It was July 4th, hubbs took the kids to the parade, I was preparing lunch. I started to open a can of peaches when all of a sudden I heard this very loud horm blowing behind me! The can of peaches I was half done opening started to fall off the counter and I intuitivley grabbed the top of the can and sliced 3 of my fingers! My kids had come home from the parade with one of those plastic horns and decided to sneak up on me while preparing lunch!. All we had for dinner that day was some dry crackers in the ER while getting 6 stithes in my fingers!! Oh, and I have never bought another can of peaches since!!

  9. Maree Grandy
    June 14, 2012 at 3:39 pm

    I Have Implants in my Wrists, I always seem to drop the eggs or milk, never fails me, even if I say Dont drop the Eggs or Milk, just yesterday a whole dozen eggs on the floor, I’m trying to get better but out of nowhere I just drop things in the kitchen.

  10. judy s
    June 14, 2012 at 5:24 pm

    Well….BOY am I a kitchen KLUTZ! the FIRST time that I EVER made a BIG old turkey for Thanksgiving-I forgot to put a cookie sheet under the flimsy cooking tin. I went to take out the turkey…the WHOLE thing caved on itself hitting me with hot juice (causing first and second degree burns on my hands, arms, stomach, thighs and both feet ) and the turkey went sliding across the kitchen floor-chasing after my startled cat! To make matters worse….my son was 18 months old, and I had screamed, “OH…S%#t!” After that, for MONTHS every time he dropped something….GUESS what he said. It was awful in church, nursery school, with the GRANDparents…..all because of me being a kitchen klutz. I don’t even want to tell you how many times that I have set off fire alarms…..

  11. ruby w
    June 14, 2012 at 6:26 pm

    I was making a banana bread. the batter was perfect and I preheat the oven. only I forgot that my mom uses the oven to store bags of bread and boxes of cookies and pastries. when I opened the oven and the oxygen got in….boom….fire. I totally freaked and instead of just closing the oven door, I ran next door screaming for help. my neighbor came over and she too wasn’t thinking, to close the oven and we started throwing salt and baking powder and baking soda in I took the broom and a dish towel trying to get every thing out then I ended up with tiny little fires around me. The fire finally went out and the batter was ruined and I spent the next 5 hours getting the smoke smell out of the house…..

  12. Emily
    June 14, 2012 at 10:20 pm

    I used to enjoy cooking out of an old (century-old!) vintage cookbook. One day, I was making a simple cake and mistook the butter measurement – I was off by a huge margin! (I’m talking cups for tablespoons!) I didn’t notice the problem, however, until I heard sizzling, and realized that the – very liquid – cake batter was spilling over the sides of the pan and into the oven!)

  13. Rebecca
    June 15, 2012 at 12:43 pm

    I made a choco flan cake once, and if anyone knows how to make one, you know that you must cover the top of the cake pan completely and tight with foil. Well, I forgot to do that, and I knew I was forgetting something after I put the cake in the oven, but I dismissed it and continued on with my day. An hour later I went to check on the cake, and you can only imagine what I saw. The cake was EVERYWHERE! All over the oven and now spilling onto the floor. It was a nightmare! And the cleaning was worse. It was so sticky and stuck to every part of the inside of the oven, to this day, there is a little bit of black burnt cake just stuck in there and it wont come off. It will always remind me of that horrific day. (I will never make that rookie mistake again!)

  14. Jeanette E.
    June 15, 2012 at 2:22 pm

    I thought frying indoors with olive oil was a great idea, didn’t know it has a low smoke temperature, let’s jsut say the fire company has great fans! We had to have the whole house exhausted from smoke!

  15. Diana caldwell
    June 15, 2012 at 2:52 pm

    I can’t seem to hard boil an egg without letting it go dry and burn.
    My husband can’t make a grilled cheese sandwich without burning.
    I guess we all have our talents.

  16. June 15, 2012 at 4:56 pm

    I am a complete kitchen klutz, just have to laugh at myself tho, when I go oh wow where did I put the flour.. And I find it in the freezer.. I do stuff like that all the time.. Or the remote.. Why the remote? I don’t know, Lol.

  17. Gina N
    June 15, 2012 at 5:52 pm

    My one of numerous nightmares of a kitchen klutz story was when I was a teenager making sauce to serve over manicotti for a holiday gathering. I wanted to surprise the family with my cooking abilities. After adding all the tomatoes, spices, and meats to what I thought was my grand accomplishment, and after hours of stirring and cooking, I proudly tasted a spoonful of my delicious sauce. Well, I made the best barbecue sauce there was! I had added smoked sausage to the sauce which overpowered everything else. Needless to say this was an expensive learning experience that I have and never will duplicate again! As you can surmise, we did not have manicotti at our gathering.

  18. Heather!
    June 16, 2012 at 7:18 am

    I had just come home from doing a Big Shop at the grocery store one day several years ago. I set about putting away all those groceries, which took quite a while, and at last I had only one item left to put away. It was a very large plastic bottle of ketchup. We didn’t need the ketchup right away, so I decided to put it up on a top shelf. I use a wheelchair, and can’t stand up at all to reach high shelves, but I have reachers that help me access places that are too high. I placed the bottle in the rubber grips of the reacher, checked to make sure I had a firm grip on it, then lifted the reacher toward the shelf. No problem…so far so good…ketchup was safely placed on the shelf. EXCEPT that as I tried to bring the reacher back down, it caught the bottle again…and brought it down! The heavy plastic bottle fell and hit the edge of the countertop JUST RIGHT (or wrong!) and split open. KETCHUP EXPLODED ALL OVER THE KITCHEN–AND ME!! There was ketchup absolutely everywhere in the kitchen…the floor, the ceiling, the walls, the cupboards, the refrigerator, the dishes, the table, the dog food bowl…everywhere. And I was completely covered. It was all over my clothes and my wheelchair, my face was covered, my hair was streaked with tomatoey stickiness. I was stunned and just sat there for about a full minute as I surveyed the disaster. My moment of astonishment was interrupted by…THE DOORBELL!! Argh!!!! Believe it or not, a old friend that I hadn’t seen in about ten years had looked me up and found my address and had come to reconnect with me. And there I was, answering the door covered in ketchup and laughing. It was not my finest moment, but it was certainly a memorable one! 🙂

    Thanks…it was fun remembering this kitchen disaster! (Much more fun than it was cleaning up the mess!)

    Heather! 🙂
    h4schaffer at gmail dot com

  19. Charlotte Beseke
    June 16, 2012 at 3:18 pm

    We were at our lake cabin which had an open kitchen/family room setup with smooth tile flooring throughout the whole area. My daughter had brought her fiance “home” to meet us for the first time. He was sitting on the couch which faced the beautiful serene view of the lake while I proceeded to slice the roast with a fork and carving knife in the kitchen area. In a blink of an eye the roast flew off the counter, skidded across the floor and came to a rest at the feet of our soon-to-be son-in-law, who had not been warned of my “culinary skills”. While the rest of us hooted with laughter my shocked, soon-to-be son-in-law kept repeating, “A little dirt never hurt anyone.” Poor guy!

  20. Sharon
    June 16, 2012 at 8:13 pm

    After being accepted to my first choice university a few years ago, I knew I had to raise a lot of money, and I had to raise it fast! I turned to my cooking skills for inspiration, and before I knew it, I was in way over my head. I started preparing meals to go for people who worked in my office building. Then, a family friend asked if I could do a once a week event for a local venue. On top of all of that (and working my normal 40 hour a week job) I had already arranged to do a few bake sales at my church.

    It was around Mardi Gras, and I decided to make King Cakes. Between mixing the flour, baking powder, and yeast required to make the dough, a cloud of dust began to form. When I went to make the cream cheese filling, I put the powdered sugar on top, and it exploded everywhere. I added more milk to dilute it a bit, and the mixture splattered all over the cabinets. My icing bad broke and a big glop of frosting smeared on the floor. By the end of the day, 12 King Cakes later, I didn’t have a single clean dish in my kitchen, and a thin layer of flour “dust” had settled on every kitchen surface imaginable. Within an hour of completing things, my nose was completely stopped up, my throat was sore and burning, and I was exhausted. Overnight my symptoms worsened, and I ended up going to my doctor. Come to find out, I am allergic to yeast!!!

  21. June 17, 2012 at 5:32 am

    Last night my husband and I were out shopping till really late,for us. Anyway on the way home he said he wanted to eat dinner before midnight, so why not make the pizza oh and some potatoes too? I said ok. Then went on and made them when we got home. As the frozen pizza baked in the oven and the Augratin Potatoes also baked in the oven, I went back to my room to check on all my cats. So when I returned to the kitchen about 10 minutes later I noticed I’d forgotten to add the milk to the Potatoes! So I hurried up and put some in. But that is not all. Then into the living room to watch TV while waiting on dinner. I was watching the end of one of those films you have to read since it’s in French. Well it was a good movie and so I burnt the pizza! OK so on the upside it wasn’t really burnt to me. I like my cheese brown! Ronnie went on and on about it. As I ate it all up. And I never eat it all!

  22. Jen
    June 18, 2012 at 9:47 am

    I used to work at a small restaurrant kitchen. My boss asked me to make a crepe or blintz type thing to fill with sweet filling. We needed a couple cups of sugar for the recipe. We kept our bulk sugar in a bag next to our bulk salt. I accidently used salt instead of sugar! Then I served one to a customer before realizing my mistake! They were awful! I felt so embarrassed.

  23. karen3848
    June 18, 2012 at 2:03 pm

    I have a knack for knocking things (usually either a glass container, or a something containing liquid, or BOTH) right off the refrigerator shelf onto our hard tile floor. And of course it’s white tile so everything has to be cleaned up immediately to avoid staining.

  24. Yvette
    June 19, 2012 at 1:44 pm

    I am a huge klutz (kitchen or otherwise)!! One morning I was making my usual cup of tea to take on my way to work. I had just poured the water into my travel mug turned around to get the milk and proceeded to knock my mug on the floor. The tea hit the floor and slashed up onto the back of my right calf. We’ve all scalded ourselves (right? or is that just klutz territory??) so I figured ‘no problem, slap some aloe on it and it’ll be fine’. That’s exactly what I did, changed my clothes, made another cup of tea and took off for work. A few hours later I could still feel the burning sensation on my leg and checked the burn area. Didn’t look good and just so happened that my boss walked in and saw the burn. Under threat of (more) bodily harm I went to a walk-in medical clinic that was close by. Guess what?? Third degree burns to the back of my calf!! I had to go to the clinic every day for them to change the dressing and within a week it was infected from just below my knee to just above my ankle!! Now we’re talking hospitals, intravenous meds (for 3 days), home care nurses (for 2 wks) it was awful. After the 2 weeks off I had to continue my daily visits to the clinic for dressing changes. This continued for 6 months!! When the doctor finally deemed that I didn’t have to have the dressings anymore he told me how bad the burn/infection actually had been. The infection had ‘almost’ reached the bone, if it had I could have possibly lost the leg. For the following 6 mths I had to keep the original burn site covered and always have sunblock on. What an ordeal just from being a ‘kitchen klutz’!!

  25. Natasha Hudnall
    June 19, 2012 at 2:36 pm

    When I was 18 I invited my fiances family for dinner. I was soooo nervouse as it was my first formal dinner of my adult life and the first time his family had come over to our apartment – plus I wasnt comfortable with them at all yet. So my fiances sister brought a house warming gift of a spaghetti strainer with a lid. (I was making a spaghetti dinner) So to show I liked the gift I decided to use it. Well time came to strain the spaghetti and I dump it into the strainer and attach the lid. I tipped it to the side to get all the water out and DUMPED the spaghetti noodles into the sink – I was mortified. I actually considered scooping up all the noodles real quick but they were hot and people were looking – so in my wisdom of being 18 and never owning a garbage disposal I turned on the water and flipped on the disposal – They do NOT DIPOSE ALL. The noodle jammed the disposal and it stopped working. So here I am with all the noodles in the sink half sucked down half not and a broken disposal – when all of a sudden I smell burning. I had forgotten the garlic bread in the oven! I turned around and swung open the oven to smoke pouring out the bread was BLACK. Without thinking I reached in to remove it with out a potholder- Thank goodness I touched the pan and it registered so I only barely burned my fingers…… In the end I found more pasta and cooked it up and endured EVERYONE poking fun at me and my food all through dinner. After everyone left I had a good cry – but now years later after I divorced my ex husband and got rid of his stupid judgy family I laugh about it.

  26. joymb
    June 20, 2012 at 10:27 am

    I cannot tell you how many glasses I have broken, how many plastic containers I melted, how many toasts I have burned, how many vegetables I have oversalted, or how many times I have burned or sliced myself in the kitchen. But, the worst thing I did in the kitchen was while washing the dishes with my husband in my very small kitchen. I backed up to turn around and hand him something when I heard a very big, very bad OWWWWWW!!! I screamed and jumped and looked at my husband who was now holding his foot and yelling. I had inadvertantly stomped with my heavy shoes on his unshod foot and broke his toe. It was bruised and sore for a few years.

  27. cherrie m.
    June 20, 2012 at 4:11 pm

    A.m a kitchen klutz , always spill coffee all over my kitchen counter

  28. Bringon TheQ's
    June 20, 2012 at 4:18 pm

    The worse thing that I have done in the kitchen was making a casserole and accidentally grabbing the pan when it was hot and dropping the whole casserole on the floor. I thought that the pan was cool enough so I grabbed it without even testing it first or grabbing my oven mitts, all of that good food was wasted. What a klutz I am.

  29. June 20, 2012 at 4:39 pm

    My kitchen klutz was went I was moving my fryer that was full of used oil. It slipped out of my hands and when it hit the floor the oil went everywhere including all over the walls. The mess was so bad and so hard to clean up that I literally cried. It took me so long to clean up that at one point I considered just moving to another house instead of finishing!

  30. Vickie V.
    June 20, 2012 at 10:05 pm

    Oh my gosth…LOL, I have thought about “which” klutz story to give you as I have a full arsenal at my disposal.
    As a serious cook/baker (and, not too bad now, after years of practice and failures) I started my klutzdom AND danger at a very early age…age three! One early morning after my dad had gone to work and before my mom was up to begin her work shift…I went into the kitchen and decided I would fry my mom bacon and eggs for her and my baby sister’s and myself for breakfast. Of course, my baby sister was to young to eat this but I didn’t know that! As I was only three years old….I had to drag up a chair to stand in to cook…well you can probably already guess disaster is coming. Well, long story short, I did pretty good until I had a dish towel on the store…too close too the burner and poof…instant fire. I climbed down and ran into my mom’s bed room and told her their was “smoke” in the kitchen…at first she wouldn’t wake up…she worked long night sifts in town…but, eventually she did wake up and ran in the kitchen where the stove and the back wall was starting to catch on fire. She did get it out without the fire dept coming…Seriously, don’t remember too much about it…except no one LUCKILY was hurt…of course we didn’t had insurance, but dad was just starting his building career…and, not too much damage. Too this day my family still talks about my cooking foray “beginnings”

    By age four we had moved to Florida and were living with my granny as dad was building us a small starter home next door to her. One weekend the family had gone to the beach, as we did most weekends…my feet were still sandy from the beach. When we got home I ran into the kitchen and pulled a metal stool up to the refrig. My granny kept chewing gum up there…well, I climbed to the top of the stool and was reaching up as high as I could on my tippy toes. Yep, you got it, if you guessed the stool toppled over we me landing on the metal rung and slicing my foot wide open. YIKES…off to the ER where I had a lot of stiches put in. To the day the scar covers the whole top of my foot.
    For awhile after this I was allowed in the tichen.

    But…
    By age 10 my daily chore was the doing the dinner dishes…which I HATED…so mom said IF I cooked she would do the dished. So for the next few months and years I was able to gain valuable cooking experience from my mom, dad and granny (all gook cooks)…but, in the beginning. I was not the best cook. Practice does and did make perfect in the end…but, we have to start at the beginning.

    SO…my first attempt at 10 was to bake a meatloaf…my mom was by my side…In the big bowl I put in the tomatoes, the onion, pepper, salt, pepper, meat, kechup, bread crumbs and raw eggs…all was going good until mom says, “Now put your hands in their and mix it all up”…I should have told you I had a thing about eggs at that time…anyway, I FROZE! I screamed…”what with my hands!!!!” I did not want to use my hands to mix it all up…I really, do not know why that freaked me out so bad, but it did…I was eventually able to do it, but it was not easy…it was a gooey, slimey mess…just gross!

    One summer our family from PA came to visit…I was in the ktchen with the “women” getting supper ready…anyway, I was chewing my gum…LOVED my gum…and, sometimes when I was really concentrating on something I can get carried away with it… Well, my cousin who was about three was NOT allowed to have gum…anyway, he must hear me chewing gum because he comes toddling into the kitchen and says to my Aunt (his mom)…”I hear chewing gum”!

    Gosh, I have melted plactic on every appliance we have, My first attempt with the pressuer cooker was a disater too…of cours it blew pinto beans over the entire kitchen, walls and ceiling. That was a really big mess to clean up
    I have burned my hair and eyebrows allmost complety off…the ususal klutzy things we all do…right? LOL

    One last really glutzing thing that sticks in my mind. I was marinating soy chops in a large glass overnight in the frig…like you are suppose to do. After school the next day I take them out and put in the oven to bake…then, I go into the living room turn on the tv and got my homework out…not too long later, I heard a crashing sound????? I run into the kitchen, as the sound came from in that area of the house…I don’t see anything wrong at all…so I look around the house…NOTHING…go back to the kitchen and open the oven…SURE enough, Glass was shattered everywhere and in the chops too…soy sauce everywhere too. Lesson learned do NOT put a cold dish in a hot oven!

    I had lots of bad experiences, but, my folks still encouraged me to cook and bake…and, I am thankful that I did start young…and expierenced great memories cooking with my family…makding tradtions, that I am now passing on…and, yeah with the next gens own klutzy mistakes too.

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