Friday, November 17, 2006

Chicken Soup for the Soul [of the Kitchen Sink]

Stomper Girl provided me with inspiration today with her Burnt Bog Girl post! I too burned the beejasus off many a dinner in my culinary career. When we were married first, I couldn't boil an egg. I'm a decent cook now and enjoy it, but along the way we've dined, more times than I care to remember, on "burnt offerings". And I have the warped pots to prove it. "And what are we burning today, dear?" the OC can't resist asking. A foolhardy man, that.

But, my worst cooking catastrophe was The Incident of the Chicken Soup. I had labored all day making this wonderful soup, totally from scratch. It had onions and garlic and carrots and celery and peppers and herbs and chicken and lemon---all manner of yummy stuff. Time to strain it and remove the bones. I carried the pot, carefully, to the sink and slowly poured the steaming contents into the colander. As my glasses fogged up from the steam, I got a horrible feeling in my gut--Ye Gods!-- had I forgotten to put a pot under the colander? As I howled my dismay, my wonderful soup disappeared down the sink. I sat in the middle of the kitchen floor and wept inconsolably.

7 comments:

Lukey Barlow said...

Oh Dear Oh Dear!! I'm sorry I'm laughing so hard!!

Stomper Girl said...

Oh my God!! I've done that too! About a month ago, the home-made chicken-stock.
Oh, you can laugh about it afterwards...

Liz said...

Every time I make stock I think of that episode before I strain it.

Isabelle said...

Yes, this incident sounds familiar. I don't even have the excuse of glasses. Funny in retrospect, like so much in life.

Isabelle said...

Oh, I've just read the cat post. Hilarious!

velcro said...

I'm sorry I'm laughing! That sounds like just the sort of thing I would do.

Country Mouse said...

I believe I would have sobbed, too! Oh, my, just the thought of pouring that good chicken soup and down the drain was enough to make me cover my open mouth in sympathetic horror.