This totally made me laugh! Make sure your little kids are not looking over your shoulder, OK? I don't want to be responsible for scarring their psyche.
I'll never forget the Thanksgiving we spent at my mom's house when she lived in Kansas City. Thanksgiving with my family is always a big deal. The dinner is big. We use the china. We use a white table cloth.
It was 1991, I think. Wesley was just a baby. Our little family of three had one bedroom. Family from Illinois stayed in another. Grandma and Grandpa were there, too. It was a busy, full house!
Then...the puking started. I can't remember if it started before or after the big Thanksgiving meal, or what. I DO remember the smell.
This stomach crud swept through the whole family. The group from Illinois ended up fleeing to a motel room. James was so delirious that he fell down the stairs! Memorable. For all the wrong reasons!
Do you have any Thanksgiving horror stories to share?
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I remember the first year we hosted my extended family's Thanksgiving at our house. My dad bought us a new charcoal smoker so we could do the turkey proud. Unfortunately, Thanksgiving Eve night and the next day were bitterly cold and extremely windy, which kept the smoker WAY too cool to properly cook the bird in the time we had allotted. We had planned to eat at 2pm Thanksgiving Day, but had to keep pushing it back an hour to hopefully finish cooking the turkey. At 5 pm we finally gave up, carved the half-done turkey, shoved it in the microwave to finish, and had dinner at 6 pm. By that time tempers were short and no one was feeling very thankful.
I learned my lesson well, and ever since that year I either had my turkey smoked by someone else or baked it in the oven.
Happy Thanksgiving!
~Patrice
I'm still laughing! Too funny! Thanks for sharing!
Oh no, poor big bird. Man that is quite the horror story. Fortunetly we don't have anything.
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