My Thanksgiving Dinner went off like a Norman Rockwell painting. Total reality in color.
We bought a foil roasting pan that didn't have handles, so when we tried to lift the turkey into the oven, all the water at the bottom of the pan poured over the sides onto the floor. At least we managed to catch the bird. Lisa ran out to the store and bought a foil pan WITH handles, and the turkey was in the oven by 7am.
I figured it would be finished cooking around 3:30pm so I asked everyone to be here at 1:30. My sister, her son and his girlfriend weren't able to come, and my ex-brother-in-laws' ex-wife had the flu so she couldn't make it either. That left a total of only 20 people for dinner.
By 3pm I noticed that the little popper on the turkey still hadn't popped. The mashed potatoes were already finished cooking, and I still had a sweet potato casserole and extra stuffing to warm up in the oven.
Somewhere around 5:30pm I brought out more hours' derves and opened a bottle of wine. I was in a great mood though, and nothing seemed to bother me. Of course those 2 glasses of wine on an empty stomach didn't hurt, either.
My vegetable tray had been quite a crowd pleaser right up until my ex mother in law announced that she lost one of her capped teeth and hoped that it hadn't fallen into the vegetable dip.
It was nearing 6:30pm when I slowly came to the realization that my oven temperature gauge must be wrong. So I turned it up to 500 degrees. Now the spilled juices on the bottom of the oven kept burning and setting off my smoke detectors, and my grandson kept screaming every time they alarmed. He hates loud noises.
I finally gave up at 7:30 pm. I took the turkey out of the oven, carved it, and then nuked it in the microwave.
By then,everyone was REALLY thankful.
And isn't that what this holiday is all about?