FridgeMagnet said:
There are so many more options than knives and cleavers - less _realistic_ perhaps, but come on. Tabasco in the eyes. Bombardment with tins of Tesco Value Beans. Squirty cheese in the ears.
And yes - obviously there has to be a hob turned up high for someone's head to be forced towards in a grapple, as seen in every single fight scene in a kitchen in every film ever. A hotplate is best, gas stoves just set fire to hair before you can get close.
Deep fat fryer and a ladle, then. To follow up the frisbee'd dinner plates and randomly hurled skewers. Followed itself by a flanking attack using no more than a food mixer applied to the ears.
That should disorientate the bastard, at which point I'd
really get started. Obviously, the main assault would have to commence with a wave of extra-pointed ninja throwing samosas (hot from said deep fat fryer), followed by sharpened chillis, catapulted using a flexible plastic spatula. Then, an aluminium frying pan makes an excellent racquet with which to "serve" ice cubes at high velocity, which can both injure by impact, and seriously compromise the intruder's tread on the floor, critical for the next phase of the assault, which would be carried out by pouring vinegar into an extremely hot skillet, thereby causing it to decompose into methane which would then be ignited by the flame on the gas hob (this actually works!), and thrown at the intruder, more for shock effect than likelihood of causing burns. Those would be administered by using a highly pumped-up oil spray (those things everybody bought to do low fat cooking, but which are in fact utterly useless), a lighter held in the path of the mist of oil to create a culinary flamethrower.
By this time, the fudge should have reached the requisite temperature of about 140C, and will be ready for throwing. Fudge's advantage over oil is that it sticks, and our intruder will now be struggling to remove material that is giving him third degree burns.
At this point, I would expect him to have begun panicking, so I would take out my urban75 first aid guide, find out from it what the best cure for panic attacks was, and do the decent thing by the poor chap.
Oh, bugger. I forgot to use the salad server gambit. Ah well...