Problems in the kitchen.

Imgur member OldSchoolCoder uploaded some 40 or so images of kitchen disasters. People burned things to black char, dropped their lasagna, blew up their pressure pot destroying their stove and their ceiling, caught their spaghetti on fire, caught the kitchen on fire, failed miserably at copying designer cakes, overloaded their pot with rice, busted their clay pots on the stove into the burner, melted their knife handles, their cutting boards, cups, water jugs, bowls around casseroles.

One poor cook gets no respect from commenters. They opened all their spice jars then couldn't match the lids to the spices. But you know, everyone has to start somewhere. I recall buying and using spices just to see what they did.

While other readers respect the improvisation of using a wire coat hanger to roast shish-kabob in the oven.

My Nana used spices, clove poked into ham. I hated those clove spikes. They wrecked the whole area they were poked in. Mum knew about cinnamon. but that's about it. Our home spice collection was pathetic. One time she drank wine and dumped 10X too much sage into her holiday dressing. She could not hold her alcohol. One drink and she was a compete mess. Feeling light headed and goofy, she goes, "Screw it" and mixed it all in. Then my dad ate the dressing and goes, "Hey, this is the best dressing yet." She was seventy when she discovered the joy of garlic powder.

At twenty-two years of age a friend of mine grew a spice garden and I thought, "How arcane. That's wizard knowledge right there."

I can see a young person not being able to identify spices by smell.

This meatloaf in the shape of a baby with bacon diaper cracked me up. The frozen pizza baked directly on the oven rack that melted through to look like a nuclear explosion is actually rather interesting.

A few years ago I didn't know chestnuts had to be punctured before being roasted. I loaded up the oven with a whole bag of chestnuts and they exploded inside the oven. Alarmingly the explosions sounded like gunfire. Shutting it down didn't help. They kept exploding after the oven was turned off. For a long time. This was late at night, early morning. That really was a problem in an apartment. The whole inside of the oven was covered with chestnut guts and I still don't know what chestnuts taste like. I still have no idea what they're like as properly roasted nuts. My housekeeper helped me clean up the mess. She told her son what I did. Then her son was all, "Come on, Ma, let's buy some chestnuts and explode 'em in the oven."

Check out the rest of the photos, they're hilarious. Some readers are having trouble seeing what went wrong.

The improvisation from non-comprehension is what makes things hilarious. Shish-kabob skewers are used to move things over coals without a rack. The skewers are improvisation to begin with. When you have a stove, and roaster, and stovetop burners and pans then you don't need skewers. 

The cracker fish sushi is hilarious because they're going for fish shape where that is irrelevant and  protein is everything. It could be tinned tuna while it needed even be fish,  Cooked chicken, pork, beef, lamb and such all work nicely, but crackers do not. Even when they're shaped like fish. It makes a good joke. You sense that you're being put on.