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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/FaunaJoy on 2025-02-15 23:27:13+00:00.

So this happened several years ago, but it’s one I love to share, and thought it’d at least make a few people laugh.

I was in my early 20’s, and my family had only recently discovered cooking shows. Food Network, Gordon Ramsay, Iron Chef, etc. We were inspired to expand our cooking abilities beyond the handful of recipes we’d all stuck to up until that point. This particular day, I decided I wanted to try making my own fried rice. I’d like to apologize in advance to Uncle Roger, if he ever sees this.

The recipe I decided to use was supposed to be pretty simple. But I somehow managed to misread the first, vital ingredient. It called for “8 Cups Cooked Rice”. Somehow my brain translated that as “COOK 8 Cups of Rice”. I had never cooked rice from scratch before. The best I’d ever done was Minute/Instant rice, which doesn’t expand much. I was not prepared for the horror about to happen.

I started off in one of our smaller pots, like I would for instant rice, but before too long, the rice was about to overflow, so we poured it into a bigger pot and added more water. Then it happened again. And again. Before we knew it, we had poured this nightmare of a cooking fail into our largest stock pot, STILL trying to rescue this. We abhor food waste, and were desperate to avoid having to throw away so much food.

But that’s not where the fuck up truly ends. Because we were trying so hard to rescue this rice, we just kept stirring. By the end it was like trying to stir half-dried concrete. At one point, I pulled back on the spoon and felt a loud pop in my wrist. I stopped stirring instantly, got some ice on it, and had to stand off to the side as my parents finally decided there was absolutely no way to rescue this disaster, and dumped the pot out.

I wasn’t able to get to the doctor immediately (If you live in the US, you’ll understand), so we weren’t 100% sure what happened to my wrist. Mom is a nurse, so we tried treating it as best we could, and I wore an off the shelf wrist brace for a while. I was finally able to get to the doctor, and discovered that I’d sprained my wrist. STIRRING RICE.

By the time I was able to get into physical therapy, my injured hand measured at half the strength of my uninjured hand. Which is bad enough, but it was my DOMINANT hand, so I was severely limited in everything. It took a while, but I got the strength and dexterity in my hand up to equal the other one. My wrist still pops on occasion when I rotate it in just the right/wrong way, and hurts if I sleep on it at a bad angle. All because I couldn’t cook rice. And no, I’ve never tried to cook rice from scratch again.

TL;DR: I was so bad at cooking rice that I sprained my wrist trying to stir it.