Exploding Shrimp Sauce
Steve Wertz
For those not familiar with shrimp sauce, it comes in many different forms.
The kind I bought was made up of Shrimp, salt, rice and sugar. Lots
of teeny-tiny little shrimps - makes you wonder how they catch them, with
panty-hose nets?
Anyway - bought a new bottle. Under the screwcap top is another cap
that requires a bottle opener. Break out the bottle opener, touch it to
the lid, and ker-spppllllatttt! Four fifths of the contents are all over
my face, clothes, ceiling, walls, oven, sink,... everything. Thousands of
tiny little shrimp eyes looking...staring...laughing at me from every
corner of the kitchen.
Bottle-cap hit the wall so hard it left a dent. What a mess. Thank god
I was moving soon!
So, next time you open some shrimp paste, its a great excuse to dress
yourself up in rubber, wear safety goggles, and hide in the closet.
That bottle was still in the sink an hour later "fizzing". Scary stuff.
-Steve Wertz
ami...@atl.mindspring.com
Got busy at work one day and left a can of chickpeas on the overshelf
above the range. I meant to stack it somewhere else, but tickets started
ringing in and off to the races I went. So..... about fourty five
minutes later, the can, which I had completely forgotten about, exploded.
I was unceremoniusly splattered all over my back and the back of my head
by fermented, hot chickpeas. Not a pretty sight, and boy did I smell
good. A lesson learned the hard way, indeed.
Alan
Nancy Dooley
In article <clbooksD...@netcom.com> clb...@netcom.com (Steve Wertz) writes:
>From: clb...@netcom.com (Steve Wertz)
>Subject: Exploding Shrimp Sauce
>Date: Thu, 10 Oct 1996 18:09:58 GMT
>-Steve Wertz
Sounds pretty kinky to me - have you been < hanging out > with DanM? (Sorry,
Dan, too good to pass up).
In the '70's when such things were fashionable, cold duck made the same splash
in my kitchen - exploded when we popped the cork. I covered up the stain on
my textured ceiling with spackling compound, dabbed on with a sponge. If one
looks for it, one can still see it; they weren't exactly the same color white.
;-)
Nancy Dooley
"Celebrate our State." Iowa's Sesquicentennial year, 1846-1996.
Alice Englander
In article <nancy-dooley....@uiowa.edu>, nancy-...@uiowa.edu (Nancy Dooley) writes:
> In article <clbooksD...@netcom.com> clb...@netcom.com (Steve Wertz) writes:
> >From: clb...@netcom.com (Steve Wertz)
> >Subject: Exploding Shrimp Sauce
> >Date: Thu, 10 Oct 1996 18:09:58 GMT
>
>
> >Anyway - bought a new bottle. Under the screwcap top is another cap
> >that requires a bottle opener. Break out the bottle opener, touch it to
> >the lid, and ker-spppllllatttt! Four fifths of the contents are all over
> >my face, clothes, ceiling, walls, oven, sink,... everything. Thousands of
> >tiny little shrimp eyes looking...staring...laughing at me from every
> >corner of the kitchen.
>
>
> >-Steve Wertz
>
> Sounds pretty kinky to me - have you been < hanging out > with DanM? (Sorry,
> Dan, too good to pass up).
>
> In the '70's when such things were fashionable, cold duck made the same splash
> in my kitchen - exploded when we popped the cork. I covered up the stain on
> my textured ceiling with spackling compound, dabbed on with a sponge. If one
> looks for it, one can still see it; they weren't exactly the same color white.
> ;-)
>
>
> Nancy Dooley
>
> "Celebrate our State." Iowa's Sesquicentennial year, 1846-1996.
The shrimp sauce story made me laugh ... but the cold duck really
brought back some memories. Some years ago we were traveling in
what-was-then Yugoslavia and we had a few bottles of something we
thought was champagne from a side trip to Bulgaria (how we ended
up with them is another story). So one night my husband pops
open a bottle and it turns out to be a *red* sparkling wine. It
made quite a mess bubbling out of the bottle and onto the towel he
had in his hand ... and we never did get the stain out. (We had
some thoughts about the towel-police chasing us down days later ...
something about being in a different country that makes you nervous).
Well, it wasn't bad so a few nights later we got out another
bottle. Different city, different hotel. We didn't want to stain
another towel, so Bill went into the bathroom and opened the
bottle pointed into the shower stall. I heard a huge pop and
then hysterical laughter ... and ran into the bathroom to find
him and the whole bathroom awash in bubbly red wine. It had hit
the ceiling and was dribbling down all the alls. It looked
like a scene from psycho. :)
We left the last couple of bottle as a "tip" for the maid.
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Valerie Arseneau
ali...@netcom.com (Alice Englander) wrote:
>In article <nancy-dooley....@uiowa.edu>, nancy-...@uiowa.edu (Nancy Dooley) writes:
>> In article <clbooksD...@netcom.com> clb...@netcom.com (Steve Wertz) writes:
Nothing has made me giggle about this for years and when I told my
eighty year old mother she just had to say tell them about your root
beer dear. When we we kids she used to make root beer for us all the
time with Hires Concentrate. You know just add water, sugar and half a
yeast cake. Once she started working, it was hard to keep up with
treats like that and run a household and keep two borders and make
homemade bread every Wednesday.
So one day when I was 14 I decided I was going to give everybody in
the house a treat and help ma, so I got out the bottles and washed
them all down. Got out the big bowl she made her bread in, very large
stainless steel. Got out the Hires Concentrate and read the
instructions very carefully. Add the correct amount of water and the
correct amount of sugar and this is where I had to give up my suprise,
I couldn't find the yeast cake, the recipe called for half a cake of
yeast. So I called ma a work and she told me it was in the back of
the fidge. Sure enough it was, a one pound block of it.
So in went half the block and I mixed it very well and started to cork
my bottles with a real beer capper. I think I had eight bottles
capped when the first one blew it's lid and I, being 14 had no idea
what was going on. I though I had put the lid on wrong so I finnished
capping number 9 and then started to clean up the kitchen ceiling,
walls, floor, everything coated with sticky root beer. I had just got
down from the kitchen table and the second and third bottle blew,
lordy what a mess. I spent the next few hours cleaning and crying and
lost every bottle.
For those of you who haven't figured it out yet, when mom came home
she explained that a cake of yeast is about an inch square and my
recipe called for half that. I had added a half a pound and the yeast
I added had started an explosive reaction. WE laugh now but to a
teenager it was awful, I didn't go back into the kitchen or cooking
until i read Peg Braken's "I Hate To Cook" book. Now you can't keep me
out of the kitchen, it's where I relax.
Valerie
Mary f(pud)
ROTFL!! :-). And,seriously, I do hope you werent burned.
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although, Bernie does call them sticks!)
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Valerie Arseneau wrote:
> <snip some of exploding rootbeer>
> I though I had put the lid on wrong so I finnished
> capping number 9 and then started to clean up the kitchen ceiling,
> walls, floor, everything coated with sticky root beer. I had just got
> down from the kitchen table and the second and third bottle blew,
> lordy what a mess. I spent the next few hours cleaning and crying and
> lost every bottle.
>
First year dad made red wine he stored it in the laundry room. Well
unfortunately the day those bottles exploded Mom had hung the sheets
to dry :-\. From then on the wine was kept in the garage. Corks
facing the wall :-).
patricia thompson
My husband and his cousin were playing in the basement and one of them
put his baseball mitt on top of the sauerkraut tub. Well, when it went
off his Aunt was having an Eastern Star meeting in the living room. From
what I understand the house was unlivable for quite some time.
Pat