Poll for all the people who cook

Oh, just last week I tried to make some homemade protein bars.  Well, they came out a little dry.  My DH was feeding little pieces of his bar to the pomeranians, and he looked at me and said "I'm surprised they aren't over at their water dish."  It took me a minute to get what he was saying, becuase the bars were so dry the dogs would need water to wash them down! 

Oh well, we are eating them anyway!!

When I first got out on my own, I lived on recipes I could stretch for a long time, like chilli, chicken soup, spaghetti, that sort of stuff.  I had gotten the recipes from my mom, and I thought of myself as a pretty decent cook. 

One day, the bottom came out of my spice cabinet, and all of my little spice bottles fell into the sink while there was dishwater in there.  Thankfully, the bottles didn't break, BUT, the water caused a lot of the labels to peel off.  It wasn't that big of a deal, I didn't have THAT many spices, and I figured I could tell them apart by smell, so I didn't worry about it much.

So, anyways, the next time I'm making chilli, I dump what I think is a nice amount of chilli powder into it.  Come to find out, it was cinnamon.  ACK.

*edited cuz I spel gud

I am a good cook.  I experiment.  I mix flavors and textures.  People really like trying the food I prepare.  So far, no one has died from my cooking.

I came close.

I am from the south.  Florida.  OK, you may not think southern belle, but my people are from Georgia, Alabama and Mississippi.  We do southern things.  I married a Midwesterner Yankee.  His mother is still in shock thirty years later.

I saw fresh chestnuts in the store one year near the holidays.  I knew the song.........."Chestnuts roasting on an open fire" and that was about it.  I had eaten roasted chestnuts in a mixed nut combination.  I decided to surprise my sweetheart and prepare some fresh roasted chestnuts for our holiday season.

No open fire so I put them in the oven.  I read they would take quite awhile on a low oven so I went about cleaning house and my normal weekend chores.  (I was home alone.  Que scary music).

We lived in an older home, actually 120 plus years old, in a neighborhood that had ebbed and flowed.  Some years, it seemed a little seedy.  As I was vacuuming, I heard gunshots.  HOLY MOLY!  This instance was not a drive by shooting.  They kept popping off and I was scared.  I dropped to the floor and crawled into the hall way away from six foot high windows.  I was going to get to the phone and call 911.  The further into the middle of the house I went, the LOUDER the gunshot sounds.

Who knew you are supposed to pierce chestnuts prior to roasting?  Yes, they exploded into a fine powder which did resemble gun powder.  I know.  I had to wait for the oven to cool off and I vacuumed chestnut gut powder from the entire oven.

I threw the pan and nuts outdoors and took the hose on them like a rabid dog!

I get MY chestnuts in a jar, thankyouverymuch.

                

Great story Vickie!

i cook every night, and it's usually either really good or really awful.  yesterday i roasted a chicken and somehow got the timing wrong, and it came out half-raw when i tried to carve it.  NNNNNNNNASTY!!!!!

Chocolate Chip Cookies when i was 12! The recipe called for 3 whole eggs! My friend convinced me that whole egg meant the shells and all. Although, I disagreed, I went along. I think it was as we were eating our "crunchy cookies" I realized I needed to be a leader, not a follower!

My biggest cooking disaster happened a few years back.  It was Christmas morning and all my family was coming over to join us for Christmas morning breakfast.  I was making home made biscuits and gravy.   I was putting the finishing touches on my beautiful pot o gravy, that I had spent all morning preparing.  First went a few twists of the pepper mill.  Then a couple twists of my new fancy sea salt grinding mill....Just as I start to grind the salt, off pops the entire top section.  You guessed it..Before I could react, the entire container of salt was emptied into the gravy.
No one ate gravy that Christmas morning.  I think we ate our biscuits with butter and jam and some fresh fruit!