Hmm… I’m trying to think of some kitchen disaster anecdote to tell here. I think the only really famous kitchen story I have is when I was only a few years old my sister made brownies for girl scouts. They were left on top of the stove to cool. I was alone in the kitchen and decided to pull the tray onto the floor and help myself to big handfuls of fresh brownie. by the time they found me I had brownie all over my face and the whole tray was ruined.
Thanksgiving 2010, Mom had emergency surgery, which left me to cook Thanksgiving dinner. It turned out okay, apart from the fact I over boiled water and butter, which dribbled onto the burner underneath and burst into flames. I managed to put it out though.
I thought everything went well til she asked, ‘Where’re the gizzards and stuff so I can make gravy?’ I was like, ‘I don’t know… Where are they supposed to be? I took all the stuff out of the cavity.’ Turns out, they were in the neck, and I cooked the turkey with them still inside. Oops.
I offered to cook again last year, but she said no.