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Big Man

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  1. 1) I tried to cook something relatively simple, the easiest recipe in the book Cooking for Bachelors, or something like that. Dijon chicken. It came out of the oven looking exactly the same way it did when it went into the oven. Part raw, part Michelin (the tire, not the guide

    I've been served a bunch of home-cooked chicken dishes that sound like this. Usually a recipe out of a magazine (Not Saveur, but Elle), and the chicken is rubbery and pale. I find that at the very least putting it back under the broiler can give a better appearance and a little caramelization to the top. Won't make it any less dry.

    My worst home cooked meals were when my Mom started a meal and my sister finished:

    1) We were in high school and Mom called to tell sister to take the casserole out of the fridge and put it in the oven at 350. Luckily, when Mom brought it to the table and started spooning it out, she thought it was awful cheesy on top. "Ellen, you did take the saran wrap off the top, didn't you?" "Huh?"

    2) Same time of life, Mom called Ellen and told her to take the steak out of the fridge and put it on the grille. Mom got home. "Ellen, did you take care fo the steak?" "I put it on the grill when you told me." "Did you watch it?" "Huh?" Well, it was steak for a rainbow of tastes, from burnt on the bottom to raw on the top.

  2. I did my first batch in my sister's small NY apartment. Of course, the wort boiled over and burned onto the stove. But pissing off the sibling was just an extra joy of the homebrewing process.

  3. I was making caramel ice cream wearing rubber slippers (thongs). I poured hot caramel on my foot while pouring the caramel in the cream. I managed to put the pan down in the sink before rushing to the hospital.

    I was personing the grill at a recent BBQ when I failed to notice a glowing coal falling out the bottom and landing/sticking to my shoe. "That's an intense itch" I thought. Soon I knew how Bugs Bunny's enemies felt, as I hopped around to stick my foot in the beer tub.

    (But this goes beyone the caveat in the original post, which is injuries whilst eating, not cooking. Mea culpa.)

  4. Varmint, your uvula story reminds me of a story I read years ago about someone burning his esophagus with some micro-waved pie. (Sorry, Jin!).  Endied up in the hospital, and almost had his burn "go sour."  Might have been in NY Press or some other similar rag. 

    I heard McDonald's "Hot Apple Pies" were the source of much personal injury litigation.

    I was once dumped by a very lovely lady whilst eating dinner. I carry the scars to this day. Does that count?

  5. When I used to go to Nags Head, we never spent more than $10 on a meal. However, I remember a great little lunch joint, on the beach road up near Duck. I'm pretty sure it was John's or John's Fish Shack. Terrific fish sandwiches (fried and grilled).

    Happy Anniversary.

  6. More on good manners.  Five hundred years ago, the astronomer, Tacho de Brache didn't want to insult his guests by taking a leak during a banquet.  His bladder ruptured, then he died.

    I believe he had some other acts of poor discretion, one of which resulted in his nose being lopped off in a duel with a student. Can't say whether food was involved.

  7. One night in college we went to the diner after a long game of Turbo Quarters. I figured that since Jeff had spent the past 20 minutes throwing up in the bathroom and was still looking a little green he wouldn't want the sausage sitting on his plate. I was wrong, and the fork marks were visible in the back of my hand for years.

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