What's your favorite funny story?

[jmarie]

When I was a kid, I grew up in a small town. My parents were poor and unsophisticated, but warm loving parents who saw that we never went hungry...although there were times, after the 3rd. night of beans, that I would have rather gone hungry..HA!
Anyway, I never knew about a lot that most take for granted, like blueberries, for instance.
After I married, I moved to another town with my husband and started a family. One time at church, someone brought a fruit pizza. It had fresh blueberries, strawberries and lots of other delicious fruits. My husband and I both loved it. So, I determined to make one at home. I went to the grocery store and purchased all the ingredients and was thrilled to find these huge blueberries. I couldn't wait to get home and show my husband and
mother-in-law....imagine my embarrasment when my huge blueberries turned out to be grapes...I felt so dumb...What a laugh they had!but at kleast now I can laugh about it!...And now I have all you guys to set me straight BEFORE I make mistakes...

[jmarie]

Yeah, but they sound so neat! Do you remember the recipe? That sounds so cool, and mess aside, I am sure your guests WERE impressed! I would love to try it...did you have to store them in the fridge? MORE! MORE! MORE!

[Luiza]

Woodsl, I laughed so hard I cried. That's such a hilarious story!

Here is a funny food-related story. It was my first Christmas in Canada, and I was spending it with a Romanian family that just arrived in October. They didn't speak much English and shopping was always an adventure for them. A few days before Christmas, they went to the supermarket to buy meat (pork is traditional) and they saw this giant round of ham in the deli section. They were very happy with their find, but on the way to the cash register they started worrying that the piece of meat previously belonged to a turtle (because of the scale-like pattern on top of the ham due to the thread mesh). At the cash register they asked the cashier: "Ham. Is it pork?" The cashier didn't know, neither did some other store personnel. In the end the meat guy came out and said that yes, it is pork. "No turtle?" "No, not turtle." By that point the entire store was in uproar. They arrived home laughing like crazy about their turtle story, and carved the ham in the shape of a turtle, with head and legs. It was very tasty.

But to this day I think "turtle" every time I see a ham.

Luiza

[buddie]

oh please stop me from reading!! i just love these stories.. i am in tears i am laughing so hard! i could see myself doing the same things!!!!

thanks for sharing. i wish i had a really funny story to share. i will have to see if i can remember one.

THANKS again http://www.cookinglight.com/bbs/biggrin.gif

[Vanessa]

LOved reading this thread! Made my day

[AndreaU]

This actually involves my sister-in-law and brother-in-law... very fitting for this time of year, too. They were newlyweds, just out of college, and not financially well-off. My BIL was working two jobs, one of which was at the local pizza joint. Well, Easter was coming around and they decided to have their own little dinner, just the two of them. Their "feast" centered around baked SPAM with pineapple chunks conveniently borrowed from the pizzeria! We all get a good laugh out of this gourmet endeavor (they have, by the way, come a long way... decent jobs, nice house, kids, and not a SPAM to be found) but no one dares ask them to host Easter dinner!

[Mbart]

I have a couple of amusing stories...

The chocolate bowl story reminds me of my attempt to remove the last bit of mustard from the mustard container. I've seen my husband take ketchup or mustard bottles, bend slightly at the waist, and while holding on to the bottle, whirl is arm around in big circles as fast as he can to force the liquid to the top of the bottle. Well, I thought I'd try this with the mustard one day, only I didn't realize the top was open until I was done whirling...and whirling...and whirling... as fast and hard as I could. Mustard everywhere. In fact, there are still mustard stains on my ceiling...I'm too lazy to wash them off!

Also, last June, my family went to Cape Hatteras, North Carolina for vacation. My husband ran down to the local grocer one morning to pick up coffee beans. He approached a young man stocking groceries and said, "Excuse me, can you tell me where the coffee is?" The guy mumbled something back that DH could not understand, in a heavy French accent. My husband said again, "Can you point me to the coffee? Coffee, you know, coffee" he said as he pretended to drink a cup. "Coffee..." said the Frenchman, still looking confused. Then he brightened, and seemed to understand. "Coffee" he said, smiling...and started to lead the way. Then he stopped, turned to my husband and said (again in a heavy French accent)"ahhhh....cooked?.....or not cooked?" "Not cooked" DH replied, and the smiling frenchman took him to the coffee beans!

By the way, I too want that chocolate bowl recipe...!

[Terrytx]

Years ago I wanted to impress my fairly new boyfriend (the DH now-for 20 years this week) with biscuits. I have no idea what I did wrong, but they were like hockey pucks. He and my son were throwing the around the apt. like baseballs and laughing to beat the band.

[woodsl]

I posted this a couple of week ago as my biggest cooking disaster, but it is also a funny story (although not so funny at the time). It involves making chocolate bowls in which to serve homemade German Chocoloate Ice Cream. I got in on the middle of some cooking show where they showed how to make chocolate bowls by dipping small round balloons in melted chocolate and popping the balloons when the chocolate was hard. I thought - how cool. But I guess I missed the part where they said to let the chocolate cool somewhat or the balloons will pop. I had three of them sitting on the counter when the first two popped. Chocolate was everywhere. I cleaned that up. The last balloon had not popped; so I thought the chocolate was cool enough. Not so. I dipped another balloon and about 1 min. later it popped. More chocolate everywhere - but worse - this time it was on the ceiling and the off-white carpet just outside the kitchen. At this point, I was determined these stupid bowls would not beat me and managed to make the rest of the bowls by sitting them in a box so if they popped, I only had a chocolate box, not a chocolate kitchen. Of course, no others popped. My guests for dinner that night were duly impressed with the chocolate bowls. But the funniest part was the next morning. As I was getting in the shower I glanced in the mirror and noticed what I thought was a large bruise on my bottom. It wasn't a bruise; it was chocolate. I promise I was not making these bowls in the buff. I have no idea how it got there - it also survived a shower the night before. My husband and I still laugh about those chocolate bowls. Needless to say, I have not tried making them again.

[woodsl]

Here is the chocolate bowl recipe. It's really easy if you can avoid the balloons popping. You just need to have dipping chocolate and small round balloons. I bought those chocolate disks that you can get in some craft stores to make candy, but I think any chocolate that you would use to dip strawberries would work. I melted the chocolate in the top of a double boiler. Then I just blew up the balloons to the size I wanted and, while holding on to the tied end of the balloon, I dipped the bottom of the balloon about half way down into the chocolate. Once I had used some of the chocolate, I had to coat the bottom half with chocolate by sort of leaning the ballon from side to side while I turned it. This made sort of a scalloped edge and looked cool. Once the bottom half of the balloon is covered, I set them on waxed paper and when they had hardened some, I put them in the refrigerator until they were completely hard. Then I just popped the balloon, removed it and put the bowls back in the frig until I was ready to use them. I made them the same day I used them, but I think they would keep in the frig for several days. Just remember to let the chocolate cool some. It obviously still needs to be thin enough to dip the balloons, but you have to cool it quit a bit. By the time I had let it cool enough, when I stuck the tip of my finger in the chocolate, it felt warm but not hot. Also, just to be on the save side, I would place the dipped balloons down in a box lined with waxed paper until they harden some.

[jmarie]

Another story....my husband is an avid hunter, and yes, everything he kills gets eaten! but when the children were very small...he went squirrel hunting...When he got home he was preparing to skin the squirrels...My duaghter who was about 4 or 5 was watching intently and asked her daddy what he was doing...He told her he was going to remove the skin and hair from the squirrels so that we could cook them and have them in gravy. she then went running through the house and said..."Baby brother!!!(baby brother was 2) ...Come Quick!!!Daddy's peeling the squirrels! We all got a good laugh out of that!