HAPPY THANKSGIVING!
See that cutting board the turkey is on? We’ve had it for years. Originally, it had four little wooden feet on it.
Then it lost one.
That made it a bit wobbly. So we wadded up a paper towel to put where the missing foot would go, kind of the Thanksgiving equivalent of putting a couple of sugar packets under a wobbly table leg in a restaurant. That worked just fine.
Then, somehow, before the next Thanksgiving, the little wooden foot located diagonally across from where the previously missing foot would have been went missing, too.
This made things BAD wobbly, as you can imagine. It was difficult getting the paper towel wedges exactly even and, as Yes,Dear was carving the turkey, he failed to notice Buster the Sheltie licking all the turkey juice from the front of the cabinets and the floor where it was dripping and pooling due to all the wobbly and a little known law of physics called GRAVITY. Yes,Dear didn’t notice the dog and he didn’t notice the dripping and pooling because he was so focused on carving that he was in the ZONE.
Since he didn’t notice the dog, Yes,Dear had no idea that a WHOLE LOT of this dripping and pooling was taking place directly onto Buster’s HEAD. Buster smelled DELICIOUS, but he was a MESS.
Thanksgiving dinner was significantly delayed while we attempted to wash hot turkey grease off the DOG.
(This is Buster looking all clean and dignified. Don’t let him fool you.)
So. What’s your favorite Thanksgiving mishap?
3 comments
Kelly says:
November 27, 2008 at 1:27 am (UTC -5)
“Buster smelled delicious” is my favorite line of the week, completely tickled my funnybone.
Have a great Thanksgiving!
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Dona says:
November 27, 2008 at 7:05 am (UTC -5)
Ha Tina! That is a funny story. Poor Buster — no more turkey grease. I was worried, for a while, that Yes,Dear would slip in the grease and be rushed to the ER. Glad I was wrong in my prediction.
My favorite Thanksgiving mishap was not so much a mishap, but a mistake. I invited a chat buddy (he was in the Navy and far from home) and his young family to share Thanksgiving with my own family and my husband’s sister’s family. While my husband, sister and her family were wary about the situation, they agreed to share Thanksgiving with this military family. While it all worked out in the end, the fact that the Navy chat buddy, pregnant wife and 2 year old child showed up at 9:00 am was a little uncomfortable. It could have been worse — they actually got to town at 7 am, but didn’t want to disturb us.
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Hayley says:
November 30, 2008 at 10:16 am (UTC -5)
I was 21 and with friends. It was the first turkey I ever cooked…it looked wonderful, it smelled fabulous, we were all gathered around the oven to watch the “unveiling” (=removal of the stuffing). Imagine my surprise when I pulled out the giblet bag, which had been cooked to perfection also (if you like that sort of thing). Who knew turkeys even had giblet bags?
And now, oddly enough, all of my friends think of me when they pull the giblet bag out of their turkey. I suppose there are worse things.
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