Comments on: How to cook like Bridget Jones

By: Crit

Crit — Sat, 17 May 2008 09:29:21 +0000

My (annoying) ex-husband was making a bread and butter pudding one time and instead of jam, which we’d run out of, he added plum sauce. It was foul. I can’t think of any of my own culinary disasters, other than the usual burning things, or things just not turning out exactly as I’d planned…

By: Naomi (Dr Sista Outlaw)

Naomi (Dr Sista Outlaw) — Fri, 16 May 2008 12:38:28 +0000

heh heh heh – I’m sure they smelled real good after

By: su

su — Fri, 16 May 2008 00:50:53 +0000

I’ve set my son’s socks on fire trying to dry them in the microwave.

By: Trish

Trish — Thu, 15 May 2008 08:47:52 +0000

I killed a really nice salmon linguine with a tub of artichoke hearts (oops, should have drained them) and a tin of carnation milk. It curdled, then burned my nostril hairs. I wouldn’t have been so upset except that I’d already added all the salmon.

I’ve got a book called ‘Don’t Try This At Home’ and it features interviews with all the famous chefs, telling stories of kitchen disasters. I haven’t started reading it yet, but I just know it’s going to be therapeutic.

By: Pavlov's Cat

Pavlov's Cat — Thu, 15 May 2008 02:02:35 +0000

Naomi, I feel your pain — absent-mindedly adding hot things to cold things and vice versa has had some truly horrid results chez moi. Cold water to hot oil (blistering burns all over right hand when the spitting made me jump and slosh). Cream straight out of the fridge to warm already-melted chocolate (for a quick and dirty ad hocky chocky sauce) — ‘seize’ is the only adequate word here.

There was also the unfortunate incident of distractedly adding the lemon juice to the cream while making Jane Grigson’s divine cantaloupe ice cream, which I have avoided ever since.

By: Cristy

Cristy — Thu, 15 May 2008 01:37:53 +0000

Oh Liam. Ouch!

Enny – I did much the same thing when I was around 7 or 8, but it was for a chocolate cake that I took to holiday program to share. I was quite embarrassed by the distinct baking soda taste, but refused to admit that I had done anything wrong.

Zoe – No! The smell of them was bad enough.

By: Liam

Liam — Thu, 15 May 2008 01:07:55 +0000

How not to light an unfamiliar 1970s gas oven: turn on the gas, grab lighter, kneel down in front of the open door, fumble around the inside clicking the lighter repeatedly for about fifteen seconds, keep your face right in the path of the massive sheet of orange flame sure to erupt.

By: enny

enny — Wed, 14 May 2008 13:06:32 +0000

Heh heh – oh noes!

When I was younger I did one of those ‘Friendship cake’ swaps where a good friend gives you batter and you build it up over 30 days then split it between friends and can make a cake.

The handwritten recipe called for 1ts baking soda – I refused to believe mum that it meant 1 teaspoon and stubbornly added a tablespoon. I wasn’t even allowed to put it in the compost for fear the chooks would get to it, it went straight in the bin.