Cooking stories with a sense of humor.
Have you ever sat around and listened as people talked
about cooking and their failures or an unusual recipe combination. Cooking stories is the place for you to share your cooking
memories. Too much baking soda, not adding salt or pepper, keeping the chicken parts in the bag and only discovering it when
cutting up the chicken. Rock hard cookies, flat cakes or bread that rose too high. Cooking stories is the place for you to
finally tell your cooking misfortune. Let your humor shine through as you relate your experience ,in the kitchen,at the cabin
or campground.
The biggest question, at our house, "what's for dinner?"
Maybe this is the question that comes up at your house as well.
The Chicken Take Out
The following story was told to me by a staff member.
Her
parents owned a grocery store with a small deli within the store. The parents were going away for the weekend and left her
and her fiance to look after the store and the deli.She had worked in the store but had never made any of the deli foods.
They ran out of chicken and they decided to bake a couple. Apparently those were whole chicken and were sold as a whole chicken.
The cooking procedure was fairly straight forward and only required placing the chicken on a rotisserie and letting them cook.
She said, they were perfect and were surprised when people returned the chickens. Apparently, they had left the bag, with
the liver, neck and gizzards in the chicken.
Partridge Berry Pie
Partridge berry pie is a favourite
dessert for most Newfounlanders and labradorians. My sister--in-law was baking partridge berry pies for a church function.
She delivered the pies to the church and they, as usual, looked mouth watering. The desserts were served and we noticed that
a number of people were making all sorts of faces. One of the men, who were serving, came over to the kitchen and said that
there was something wrong with the partridge berry pies. He took a bite and in his words, "my mouth almost went over
to where my ears are." Now partridge berries are very tart and my sister-in-law forgot to add sugar to the jam. For those
of us who have eaten partridge berry jam, without sugar, we know what he meant.
The smashed pot.
We were having
a pot luck dinner, for a group of men and everybody was given a dish to prepare for the meal. Gilbert decided that he was
going to make a fish dish. He baked it in a Pyrex dish and was bringing it over to the multi-purpose hall. His wife had given
him oven mitts, to hold the pot. The pot had just come out of the oven and was very hot. Gilbert was waiting for someone to
open the door, when it slipped from his mitts and smashed on the cement walk. We could laugh about it later but he was not
too happy as he saw his gourmet meal splattered over the walkway.
