Has this happened to you ?

My mum baked a beautiful steak pie for tea ...then dropped it as she removed it from the oven. I am sure she would have scraped it up to feed her five hungry children, but the dog got there first!!!

I remember one Christmas Eve taking a plateful of chicken casserole into the dining room and shooting it off the plate onto the chair (cream cover - it was never the same). Sister and sons all laughed at my horror (it was her plate) and I scraped most up and had it myself while she had mine!

These tales have given me a good laugh this morning!
I particulary liked the cat delicately licking off all the castor sugar one, the roast turkey and pigs in blankets one, and the goats cheese and pepper tart which ended up in the geraniums.Keep these stories coming please.?
I have never dropped meals in this way ( as others say, the odd errant sausage, which now and then escape the George Foreman grill.)

My floor is always pretty clean so I wouldn't hesitate to call on the 'ten second rule'. I would baulk at broken glass or china and I definitely wouldn't eat anything pets were around.

To be honest I haven't dropped anything for years but I do remember a stray filo tart which somehow made it intact (how I don't know) back onto the plate. Nobody knew and nobody died.

Don't like to think of food wastage so if floor's clean I wouldn't hesitate.
However someone else's response reminded me of an incident in our early married life when I'd invited a visiting aunt and uncle to come for 'high tea'.
Had got out an ironed tablecloth, the best china, inherited from my mum, and made dainty sandwiches, salad , various cakes and a rather good looking trifle in a cut glass bowl which was the piece de resistance.
Two minutes before the visitors were due to arrive I did a last check on the table and to my horror saw our big grey hairy cat ,aptly named Pudding, on the table with her nose and whiskers in the trifle.
I threw her out and instinctively, without even thinking, smoothed over the cream on top of the trifle with a knife and was ready with a smile as the doorbell rang....
No ill effects reported but i don't think I had any trifle myself....

I was a young mum, and mother-in-law was due for Sunday lunch. Opened the fridge door and out tottered a big bluebottle. To my spellbound horror it had laid eggs in the folds between the meat in my expensive leg of pork. No shops open in those days, and no money to replace it, so I washed it vigorously under the tap, poured vinegar over it and left to soak as long as possible before roasting in a very hot oven for a very long time. Everyone commented on its tenderness and, as far as I know, suffered no after effects!

I had just finished decorating a surprise birthday cake for DS when he and his wife arrived early. I hurriedly hid it on a chair at the back of the kitchen table while he passed through into the garden where we were barbecuing. In the space of twenty seconds the dog removed all the strawberries off the top of the cake. I replaced them and put more cream over everything and no one was any the wiser - or suffered afterwards!

Amberdog, my granny's saying was " clean meat never fattened a pig"!

I don't think I've ever scraped anything up, but I've certainly picked things up.

We're too clean nowadays anyway!

hahaha

Oh dear a similar thing happened, the day before xmas eve, my cooker broke, called out the gasboard as we could smell gas, he cam and condemed my cooker the oven not the top. So I rang my sister up in tears, what was I going to do, no way would anyone deliver before xmas it was impossible,I had my turkey and piece of beef my sausages wrapped in bacon, my roasties, how the heck was I going to manage, so my sister said she would come up and collect my meat and cook it for me, the lady next door said she would cook my roasties with hers.
Anyway after their had been cooked my turkey and my beef and the bacon and sausages, my sister brought them back on christmas eve, so I put them on the dinning room table whilst I went to see her out, and when I went back in the dinning room the dog had got the beef and there wasn't much left, I took it off the dog and it was a case of if I am not having any beef, or my sausages then the dog was NOT having what was left, I couldn't use it, with the Dog having a good slice or 2 nearly half I would say, I wrapped in Newspaper then carrier bags and put it in the outside bin so the dog couldn't get it. The turkey was fine, he hadn't touched it, he had never done anything like that before, he never got the chance again, because if I was doing food the dog was either in the lounge or upstairs with the kids.

This is one very good reason that I hate open-plan kitchens. Drop the Sunday roast on the floor in one of them and you have no chance. At least with the closed variety no-one knows what you're up to.

years ago I found a whole raw chicken on our sofa (Jack Russell had stolen it via the village butcher's back door!). He had dragged it all the way home. It was a huge free range chicken. We were very hard up. I debated long and hard and reckoned that a curry was the answer. So I washed it under the tap to remove all the grit etc. Checked what temperature chicken has to cooked for to kill all baddies and then curried it. It was very good and my mother in law had seconds. It took another 15 years until I admitted to her the history of the chicken - she laughed but I'm not certain she would have done at the time!

A few years ago my dog pinched a large pork chop from under the grill about to be cooked and took it into his basket. I felt very guilty but I wrestled it off him, washed it and grilled it (never did tell my husband.)

dandi, hahaha!!!!!!

Did you tell the person you were serving it to, that it was a rescued meal? Oh and it's been proved that there is no such thing as the 10 second rule. If you drop it, the bugs have got it.

Once we had a bring a dish meal for the extended family and my neice brought a big choc pudding (cake with choc buttercream on it. ) When trying to get this out of the tin she brought it in i dropped it upsidedown on the floor. Everyone saw , pr was told about it. The buttercream layer was so thick i scraped the top off and served it but only i and one of the children ate it (we were both fine!) ive never lived this down - every familt pArty my neice says Dont drop it!

I thought it was the 5 second rule. 10 seconds is really quite a long time...

I did that some time ago but I served it the Brandy and King my Springers. I am sure they thought it was Christmas when the get a helping of our meal.

Not dropped food as such but my aunty was at a childs birthday party and she saw the 5 yr old boy pick his nose and wipe his finger all over his iced birthday cake. She was the only person who was looking at the time. She never had a chance to tell her husband and at the end of the party everyone at a piece of the cake except her.
She told her husband on the way home and he didn't speak to her for a week for letting him eat the snot trailed cake!

When I was newly married, I cooked a roast dinner for my family-came in to find the cat gnawing the roast beef. I carefully cut off the toothmarks, and served the rest. No problem!

A long time ago I dropped a large sherry trifle on the kitchen floor. I managed to scoop most of it up (but not what was touching the floor) and put it back in the dish, covered it with cream and served it. The cat came in and ate some of what was on the floor as I was cleaning it up.

There was a lot of sherry in it and it seemed that the cat got drunk. He went outside, rushed round and round in circles on the lawn then fell over. He lay there for about an hour ( we did check to see if he was alive) then got up and, kind of sheepishly, slunk off into the bushes.

I went into the kitchen to find the dog up on the worktop finishing off the mashed potato on top of a fish pie destined for our tea. He had made such a neat job I was able to rustle up some replacement mash and noone was any the wiser. I shall never go to heaven...

Oh no, that's made me feel a bit sick...his tongue must have been all over the fish base even if he didn't eat it!

Hilarious! what naughty ( or rather behaving naturally) dogs and cats, and even more naughty humans!????

My only cat related tale ( about food) involves a glass of water.I usually have a glass of water on the go, and it normally ends up sitting on a kitchen worktop.A few years ago, we came home from shopping, and seeing my half empty glass of water in the kitchen I picked it up to drink it, and caught sight of tell tale fur on the edge of the glass! I then realised, that our cat had probably always been drinking from my glass, wherever I left it... And he found it.Yuk.