Mrs. Mordecai wrote about her most memorable kitchen disasters, and I was going to comment and leave mine at her blog, but then I wouldn't be able to share them with everyone else that I knew, and that's just not fun.
My favorite kitchen disaster was when I was in the second grade. I had just learned to bake and particularly enjoyed making a cookie recipe out of my Mickey Mouse cookbook. I had made those cookies numerous times, and decided to make them again when I had a friend over for the afternoon. We decided to stir things up a bit and try one of the "variations" at the end of the recipe--adding a 1/4 tsp. of ground cloves to the dough. Sounds good, doesn't it?
Well, I misread that "1/4 tsp." measurement--I thought it said "1/4 cup."
The house smelled very good.
Unfortunately, my dog wouldn't even eat the cookies.
About a month ago, I found this friend of mine on Facebook and the first thing she mentioned, after not having talked to each other for seventeen years, was the clove cookies. They were that memorable.
Another favorie kitchen disaster happened when I was 12...but I didn't do it, my mom did. She was re-learning how to read after her brain tumor operations, and decided to make some Kraft Macaroni and Cheese for lunch. She got the water boiling, and I happened to walk within sight of the kitchen as she added the next ingredient--and I was witness to the impressive mini-geyser of orange water that erupted. Apparently, the powdered cheese mix and boiling water do not get along well. It was great. And no, she was not amused; especially when her children continued to laugh about it days later.
(Happily, she is fully capable of preparing Kraft Dinner without any mishaps now.)