Four injured in Bananas Foster Incident

Most restaurants don't do table-side flambe because of this potential. From the article it is impossible to tell if it was rum bottle, or explosion of ingredients in the pan. Number two would definitely be worse as hot sugary/oily things don't cool down quickly, they just sear the hell out of manflesh.

I was once injured in a Bananas Foster incident. Back in high school my buddy's dad talked us into going to the Richland Parish- Men Who Cook cooking event and helping him cook his world famous baby back ribs. He had to promise us free beer on account of we realized immediatly that we were in for a night of blue haired bordom. The first few hours were cool, we basted ribs and drank beer. But when the Bananas Foster chef got there he snatched me up and put me on ice cream scooper detail. Seeings how it was August, the BF chef had packed all his ice cream in dry ice. Little did he know, Blue Bell ice cream packed in dry ice forms a substance 11 times harder than diamond. I was forced to scoop/chisel/pry out hundreds of bowls of harder than shite ice cream. I quickly became the first 17 year old with an elevated case of carpal tunnel. But that wasn't the bad part. The bad part was when I got the bright idea to heat my aluminum ice cream scoop up on his flambe lighter, and then immediatly grab the handle of the scoop. I'm pretty sure I remember 3-4 blue haired women passing smooth out, but I not sure if it was because of the smell of my seared flesh or the vulgarity of my profanity laced tyraid. The BF chef didn't know what the hell was going on, all he knew was some half drunk high school kid went from scooping icecream to epeleptically screaming curse words at high volume. He fired me on the spot, which was fine by me. frick Bananas Foster.

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respiratory burns

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There are better ways to enjoy a banana down the throat. Just saying.

Thanks cous cous. The desire to enlighten people to the evils of Bananas Foster is what keeps my going. Bless You.

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I was forced to scoop/chisel/pry out hundreds of bowls of harder than shite ice cream.

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Mix in some ruffage.
My dad used to run a Hopper's and his forearms were huge from scooping ice cream.

That was so funny a read I am almost blinded. Creative writing is your true calling son, get to work.