After reading Joshua Catlow’s post this morning I was thinking of funny situations that have happened to me.
After college I worked for awhile in Boston and ended up cleaning ( and making more money than lab work) for several of the doctors. One of them was an elderly German phsychiatrist who asked me to cook for her also. So after cleaning, I would wander into the kitchen of her big empty house and try to duplicate some of my mom’s dishes. Not that my mom was great chef, but she taught me the basics that I used to expand my recipe box. My doctor was not a fussy eater, thank goodness.
As the doctor dealt with her patient in the next room, I prepared a dessert for her in a real retro kitchen. After whipping the cream I needed to simply add melted chocolate into it. I quietly listened to pubic radio as I baked.
“Okay, I need to put these blades into the mixers. Hope its not too loud. I don’t want to disturb them in the office.”
I absently switched it on. WHOOSH!!! Chocolate cream srayed everywhere!!
It was like a scene from “Lucille Ball”! I was covered in chocolate. The counter was covered in chocolate. Chocolate on the walls. Chocolate on the floor. And even a little chocolate left in the bowl.
All I could do was laugh, and laugh, and laugh.
It got even funnier when the doctor and patient poked their heads into the kitchen. “What’s wrong? I thought you were crying?”
We all laughed!
PS – There was dessert that night, just not the one I had planned. What a pain to clean up all that cream!