Many years ago when husband was stationed at NAS Memphis, I had a turkey in the fridge, defrosting. My husband came home really drunk in the wee hours and knew I’d be very mad at him. So the next morning I wake up and the turkey is cooked! I had a huge metal roaster, I open it up, cooked turkey. Also, floating in the broth were onions. Whole, unpeeled onions. Unpeeled potatoes. Lunch meat. Carrots, tops and all. He’d added flour, sugar. SUGAR!! Everything he could find in the kitchen, he added to Mr. Turkey.
It was so very funny, I had to laugh. and laugh. and laugh.
And you know what? It tasted good!
LOL. Great story. Maybe we all should drink while we’re cooking.
Great memory!
It was so very funny, I had to laugh. and laugh. and laugh. And you know what? It tasted good!"
LOL!!
The floating lunchmeat is what gets me! But you have to give him credit, right? His heart was in the right place, and he definitely put forth some effort.
I don't recall any particular Thanksgiving disasters or triumphs. But I do remember the most fun one I've had. It was about ten years ago, as my sister-in-law and her husband were in the middle of moving into their beautiful new home.
Boxes were still everywhere and half-unpacked, but she wanted to cook the dinner, even though it took her a while to figure out the new oven. I helped her, and I brought some of my own cutlery, pots, pans, etc., because she couldn't find hers. We ended up eating off paper plates, and we had a great time.
My worst was lumpy gravy.
I have to have help lifting the heavy stuff and loading the oven.
I learned I could cook my mashed potatoes the same time as I cooked my turkey in the oven in a all metal pot. We now do the eat it out of the pot, except for the bread, turkey and cranberry sauce.