OK..OK I confess! I have made coffee ( before the days of pause and serve) with the pot sitting on the counter and the coffee just went directly onto the the counter and floor. I once made my special homemade biscuits that were for a restaurant owner I was trying to impress...out of plain flour thinking it was self rising ( didn't get that job) among other embarrassing things.
But my all time fave has to be, when I was a teen ( my parents were very thrifty, ok CHEAP) and I had deep fried something which had left particles in the oil. Well, we always strained it and used it again. I had left it till it was firm again and my dad told me to turn the stove burner on for 30 seconds then off again and let it melt then pour it thru a canning strainer and put it in a container to use later. I got it a little too hot I guess then poured it thru said strainer into a (get this) PLASTIC bowl.
My dad was a farmer and we canned and froze lots of foods. Thats what we were doing this day. So dad came into the kitchen ready to help peel tomatoes or something and pressure cook them into tomato juice and had a huge pan in his hand. You can probably imagine where I am headed. The hot grease had melted thru the flimsy plastic and ran into the floor. My dad was one of these dignified, self assured men. When I turned around and saw him grease skating across the tile floor swinging that pot at everything in sight I fell over laughing. My mom who was off in another room came running but missed his acrobatic act where he was trying to regain his footing but instead was whipping that cooker against the wall and counters...and finally he lost the battle and smacked down on his butt and slid out into the hallway on his back and the almighty cooker made one final loud "thwack" on the floor. My mom calmly looks down at him and asks if he was having some kind of attack ( since his Dr. had been thinking he was developing a heart condition) and he looked up and her and made a comment I'll never forget. I cannot use it here, lets just say that it was the only time I ever heard my daddy use the " F " word.