Have you ever tried to make a recipe using some ingredient other than what was called for and totally messed up the finished product?

Do not think for one minute because I have a cooking blog I have always been a good cook.  In my twenties, I had no interest in cooking and no cooking skills.  I remember going to the grocery and buying a whole week’s worth of those little half-size cans for me and my husband.  I would open about three at each meal and that was it, baby! That’s all you get. A balanced meal.  A spoonful of peas, one of corn, one of those little canned potatoes and maybe a beanie weenie or a slice of bologna.   

Needless to say, he did most of the cooking.  One year when I was pregnant with my son, I decided to do Thanksgiving dinner for his Mom and Dad.  I really made an effort to get things right.  I even made stuffing and put it inside the bird.  His Mom was helping to carve the turkey and drug out the white bag with all the giblets still inside!  Bless her soul, I can still see the tears running down her face while she tried to hide them from me.  She was laughing so hard she was shaking.   Then, there was the time they came to dinner and I tried to make dumplings.  They all stuck together and made one huge dumpling.  I decided we could just cut off whatever we wanted.  My father-in-law asked my husband to pass the mashed potatoes! 

You are probably thinking to yourself that I am making this all up but I swear to you they are true stories.

During my pregnancy we lived on popcorn balls and spaghetti.  Two of my favorite things to cook and eat as well.  My friend (she reads this blog and can verify this) swore my son would be born with spaghetti hanging on his ears.

I am living proof that you are not born a good cook!  I really did not get interested in cooking until I lived on a farm when my twins were born and I did not work at that time. We raised a very large garden.  I started reading cookbooks and had the desire to learn. My mother was a great country cook and my second husband’s mother was a wonderful Southern cook.  They began to guide and help me. (Read about my mother and mother-in-law)  I never looked back and today cooking is one of my favorite things to do in this world. 

So, if you are not a good cook or you are just learning to cook please don’t give up.  Practice makes perfect and cooking is mostly trial and error. 

Now, I want to hear some of your funny food stories!  Leave a comment on here or on Facebook telling us how you messed up a recipe, how you burned up a meal, or just a funny food story of some kind.  I know you have some and they could not be any worse than some of mine.  Thanks!

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  1. I have done the turkey thing also. My grandmother is the one who found the bag inside. It has been 20 years and we still laugh about it.

  2. Nona Nita says:

    When I first got married we tried to save money by brown bagging it. We were sitting in the living room of our tiny N.Y. City apartment watching T.V. as the eggs boiled for egg salad in the kitchen. Suddenly we heard four explosions in a row. At first I thought it was a truck backfiring. I went in the kitchen and there wasn’t one egg in the pot. It was like they disappeared… you guessed it… they were all over the ceiling in what seemed like a million pieces. We’re divorced but laugh about it still.

    1. The Southern Lady says:

      Thank you Nona for posting. I laughed out loud at your comment. I could just imagine this and it is so funny!

  3. Karen Caswell says:

    This is the friend that can definetly VERIFY that Judy couldn’t cook ‘back when’!! I truly thought her son would be born with spagetti hanging off his ear!! We used to have some good times but with ME doing the cooking!! I would make homemade doughnuts and take them over to watch the Academy Awards with she and her husband. My mother was a great cook and Judy’s mother-law was like a step mother to me, so she was a great influence that helped me also, but I’ve always loved to cook. I’m so glad Judy has developed her deep seeded talent, we had some good laughs over the years with it tho!!!

    1. The Southern Lady says:

      I knew you would read this! I, also, knew you would verify my lack of cooking skills back when! lol. We did have some good times over the years and I can’t believe that “YOU” actually make my recipes now! That just proves I have come a long way. Love ya, Judy

  4. Clara Melvin says:

    Judy, I couldn’t cook when I got married eiither.I remember the first time I fried chicken Bill (dh) told me it didn’t taste like his Mamma’s fried chicken. I don’t know what I did wrong but from that day forward I knew I was going to learn how to cook. And I think I succeeded! I love love love to cook. One time my Mother made a cake and used cough syrup instead of vanilla flavoring. ….by mistake of course. We thought it tasted funny but it it took her a while to figure out what she had done. We were small and would have eaten it anyway but she wouldn’t let us. Rest her soul.

    1. The Southern Lady says:

      I bet that cake did taste funny, Clara! I can see how you could mistake the two for each other if they were sitting close together. Thanks, Judy

  5. There isn’t enough time in the day to tell my stories. Just the week before my wedding, Mom said that I should learn to cook…she taught me how to fix a pot roast. I cooked the meal and my hubbie to be came over for dinner. He ate the dinner and that was the beginning of many pot roast dinners, along with beans and franks, and eggs and pancakes etc. Finally one day, he said, “Could you learn something new…I don’t like pot roast.” He’d eaten it all the time without telling me that.
    I made him biscuits and gravy…the biscuits were like hockey pucks and the gravy…well, I’ll let you figure that one out.
    The thing is…I really enjoyed cooking. It wasn’t until we had kids that I relaxed in the kitchen and started making some good meals.
    Now, it’s one of my favorite things to do. I love experimenting and adding a bit of this and a touch of that. Balisha

    1. The Southern Lady says:

      Hi Balisha, It took me a long time before I learned to make good gravy. I love the roast story. You know he loved you because he kept right on eating that roast and didn’t even like it! Thanks, Judy

  6. wendy Ilderton says:

    I was pregnant with my 2nd child and just got off bed rest. I decided to make a good meal for my husband. He loves country ham so I made that with some butter beans, sliced tomato, and homemade biscuits. When I took the biscuits out of the oven I saw they were flat as flat could be. I just thought oh well they can eat them anyway. When my husband got home he walked into the kitchen and said “oh wow you made sugar cookies” I told him it was biscuits not cookies. He thought I was trying to be funny so he said right its cookies. He kept going on and on about the sugar cookies and did not believe they were biscuits. I finally so sick of him saying they were cookies I took the pan and threw it out the door. I told him I would never try to make him homemade biscuits again. As I was throwing them out the door my dad walked up and asked why I was throwing cookies out the door. It took me a long time to try to make biscuits again, and every time my husband says I know they are not sugar cookies.

    1. The Southern Lady says:

      This is hilarious. Totally cracked me up! Thanks for posting it., Judy

  7. The Southern Lady says:

    Hi Eula, Thank you for this wonderful story. I enjoyed it so much. I hope everyone comes over here and reads your story! Judy

  8. The first cake I made was a two layer cake when I was around 8 years old. Well, I left something out, and it became a flat cake, not even a quarter inch high. No one would eat my cake, and I cried. My Uncle Arthur who was visiting said he woul eat one. Poor man! He was up all night with an upset stomach with Daddy taking care of him.

    Back in the days when food was rationed. Mom, a newlywed, cooked a roast. Problem was it burned into a big round ashen ball. She was so ashamed, she tried to flush it down the commode, but the commode got stopped up. Daddy came home, and she was crying. He said it was alright honey, and took her out to dinner. At 93 she is a fantastic cook – her chicken is to die for.

  9. Wow, Judy, I never would have guessed that there was ever a time you weren’t a good cook! That was funny about the giblets. I’m sure there’s been quite a few of us who’ve made that mistake!

    Well, you’ve already read one of my food disasters in my latest post. 🙂 Thank goodness we, like you, were able to see the humor in it.