Probably the funniest kitchen mishap I ever had doesn't directly involve food. I was 16, my mom just got remarried to a guy who had an 11 year old and a 9 year old. (ish) His ex wife babied the kids really bad-they didn't pour their own drinks or cut their own food or anything.
My room was in the basement, and one saturday morning I woke up about 11am and the oldest is trying to make ravioli out of the can and can't find the can opener so he asked if I had seen it. I said yes, and got it for him. He looked at it, and said "No, that's the one you guys brought over here....Have you seen our can opener?
I told him their can opener was rusty and wasn't working well, so mom threw it out last week, and he burst into giant sobs. I'm still half asleep, and was totally surprised, and burst into laughter, which of course made him howl all the harder. He stomped his foot at me and told me I wasn't being nice and, I quote "How would you like it if you had to get used to new things?!" at which point I collapsed on the floor in hysterics. When I caught my breath, I said "I just moved from ohio to michigan, had to leave the friends i've had since kindergarten in the middle of my high school career, to live in a new town where I did not have a bed room for an entire month, (the builders were behind on the 2 bedrooms and bathroom in the basement) sleep on the sofa and be awakened at dawn so you can watch cartoons, and walk 2 flights of stairs to share a bathroom with 3 other people, and you're crying over a CAN OPENER?!"
Of course, i know it was more than a can opener, that the can opener was the straw that broke the camel's back....but the whole thing was so surreal. |