Two years ago, my 4 year old stepson threw up at the dinner table because he did not want to eat homemade mashed potatoes - he wanted the "add water" kind!
Lauren - 13 years ago
No joke - the oven stopped working. We had to walk over to my grandmother's neighbor's oven to heat the dishes up... and we kept the buns warm in electric roasters. Not the worst desaster, but pretty bad.
ang - 13 years ago
Went camping for Thanksgiving with some friends. The fact that it rained the entire weekend was the least of the problems. One of the fellow campers started drinking each day earlier and drama ensued. Each day of the trip the blowout was earlier (thrown dishes, cell phones, etc.) On Thanksgiving day, the person had a giantic fight with her mother and stomped out of the house. I was drafted to cook the turkey and stuffing while all the time the man of the house kept asking yelling at me "What the **** was I doing in his kitchen.
The next year I went to Hawaii for the holiday.
Michelle - 13 years ago
As long as family is all together not much can go wrong, in my opinion. As an aside...it wouldn't be Thanksgiving without pretty much everyone getting too tipsy from some nice wine!!
Lynn - 13 years ago
This can't be a rare thing... but it took WAY longer for my turkey to cook than we'd planned. We didn't eat until almost 8pm. That was 3 hours later than we were prepared for. We had to reheat the sides. Grrrrr!
herminio Adorno ortega - 13 years ago
did not happen to me, and it might fall in category that a dish burn, however considering that that dist was the Turkey itself fall in a category all itself, reminded me of the chapter looong ago of i love Lucy where she put the temp in the oven twice as high so the roast would cook twice as fast, (sounds familiar?) well the meat had to be substituted so we had a pernil(leg of pork ) instead
Bettye Matthews - 13 years ago
This occurred several years ago. Our Daughter was visiting and brought her dog along. We had decided to order one of those complete thanksgiving meals from the grocery store. We got the meal home and began to heat the food in the oven. There was a horible odor that was pretty acrid and it was permeating everything. Well the food looked okay so we sliced the turkey, stirred the potatoes etc. etc. We set the plate of turkey on the edge of the dining table and the little yorky jumped up and spilled a good bit of turkey on the floor. We couldn't get her away from the turkey until she had eaten several chunks. We later decided not to eat the turkey and made hamburgers for dinner. A good thing - an hour or so later we were taking the yorky to the animal emergency clinic. She was in severe pain. They got her to vomit what was left in her stomach and gave us some meds and sent us home to keep her on a heating pad for the next several hours. The whole mess cost about $150. Did the grocery store make amends; are you kidding.
Linda - 13 years ago
Huge combination Family Reunion Thanksgiving Dinner. Everyone arriving from all over the country with food for the "big event" for days. Five generations worth. All kinds of BBQs and smokers fired up all over the yard and Gran's big kitchen overflowing in shifts for 3 days. Everyone finally assembled at the numerous very long tables out back, and Grandpa stands to say the grace . . . and say more grace . . . and say yet more grace. As I start to squirm because my backside was going numb, I spotted movement in the vacinity of the serving tables. Thinking that I might still small enough to get away with sneaking over to grab an early bite too, I scooched around to acess my chances just in time to spot Grandpa's big Redbone hound trot off with one of the turkies and his pack of Coonhounds helping themselves to the rest of the dishes. Meanwhile, the Beagels were cleaning up what the big dogs had knocked on the ground and Gran's little terrier mix was fair wallowing in Aunt Maggie's German Chocolate cake.
About that time Gran spotted the chaos, and slowly rising to her feet, just froze. Gradpa stopped saying grace in total confussion and as everyone else noticed the sudden silence . . . You guessed it, total pandamoneum insued.
I don't really remember the rest of that day. Bet you can guess who's job it was to put Gran's little terrier in the kennel with the rest of the dogs before we all got seated.
Gayle P. - 13 years ago
My 5 year old son set the kitchen table on fire with napkins while playing with the candles burning on the table, while my back was turned stirring gravy. Nuff Said!
Jennifer - 13 years ago
Two years ago, I was hosting a big Thanksgiving dinner for my family and my inlaws. I am a pretty good cook so I was going all out to impress my husband's family. Well to make a long story short, one of the times that I pulled my 28 lb turkey out to baste it I must have spilled some grease in the oven because about 10 minutes later I smeeled something burning and I opened the oven door and flames about 2 feet long came jumping out of the oven!!!! My husband had to get the fire extingusher and spray the entire oven!! Thank God the pizza place was open because my big dinner turned into Pepperoni and all the trimmings!!! LOL
Ashley F. - 13 years ago
My aunt decided to have Thanksgiving dinner one year. She went all out. When she took the dinner out of the oven, she started walking over and it slipped out of her hands and onto the table, which buckled under the weight (we have about 30 people in my family so you can only imagine how large the turkey must have been). The turkey and all the side dished fell to the ground and ended up breaking her brand new tile floor that was installed just days before the holiday. We were able to save some of the dishes that didn't get all over the floor, but had to end up ordering pizza.
Needless to say that was the last time she had Thanksgiving, or any holiday for that matter, at her house.
rahel - 13 years ago
At the first TG dinner that I hosted, I "roasted" the bird without a baking rack so that in reality, it boiled in its own juices. Came out feeling and tasting like rubber. Inedible is the perfect word.
AMC - 13 years ago
My husband and I separated in 2008 (no sadness, we're still great friends) and ended up by some strange twist of fate moving into our separate digs on Thanksgiving Day. I can't remember why it had to be that day, c'est la vie. Being uber foodies with a longstanding tradition of going all out on this super food holiday, we were painfully unaware that delivery pizza places are not open on Thanksgiving. The only thing worse than moving on Thanksgiving Day and having to eat delivery pizza instead of traditional fare is moving on Thanksgiving Day, not being able to get delivery pizza and being so tired that you end up eating something from a convenience store.
Two years ago, my 4 year old stepson threw up at the dinner table because he did not want to eat homemade mashed potatoes - he wanted the "add water" kind!
No joke - the oven stopped working. We had to walk over to my grandmother's neighbor's oven to heat the dishes up... and we kept the buns warm in electric roasters. Not the worst desaster, but pretty bad.
Went camping for Thanksgiving with some friends. The fact that it rained the entire weekend was the least of the problems. One of the fellow campers started drinking each day earlier and drama ensued. Each day of the trip the blowout was earlier (thrown dishes, cell phones, etc.) On Thanksgiving day, the person had a giantic fight with her mother and stomped out of the house. I was drafted to cook the turkey and stuffing while all the time the man of the house kept asking yelling at me "What the **** was I doing in his kitchen.
The next year I went to Hawaii for the holiday.
As long as family is all together not much can go wrong, in my opinion. As an aside...it wouldn't be Thanksgiving without pretty much everyone getting too tipsy from some nice wine!!
This can't be a rare thing... but it took WAY longer for my turkey to cook than we'd planned. We didn't eat until almost 8pm. That was 3 hours later than we were prepared for. We had to reheat the sides. Grrrrr!
did not happen to me, and it might fall in category that a dish burn, however considering that that dist was the Turkey itself fall in a category all itself, reminded me of the chapter looong ago of i love Lucy where she put the temp in the oven twice as high so the roast would cook twice as fast, (sounds familiar?) well the meat had to be substituted so we had a pernil(leg of pork ) instead
This occurred several years ago. Our Daughter was visiting and brought her dog along. We had decided to order one of those complete thanksgiving meals from the grocery store. We got the meal home and began to heat the food in the oven. There was a horible odor that was pretty acrid and it was permeating everything. Well the food looked okay so we sliced the turkey, stirred the potatoes etc. etc. We set the plate of turkey on the edge of the dining table and the little yorky jumped up and spilled a good bit of turkey on the floor. We couldn't get her away from the turkey until she had eaten several chunks. We later decided not to eat the turkey and made hamburgers for dinner. A good thing - an hour or so later we were taking the yorky to the animal emergency clinic. She was in severe pain. They got her to vomit what was left in her stomach and gave us some meds and sent us home to keep her on a heating pad for the next several hours. The whole mess cost about $150. Did the grocery store make amends; are you kidding.
Huge combination Family Reunion Thanksgiving Dinner. Everyone arriving from all over the country with food for the "big event" for days. Five generations worth. All kinds of BBQs and smokers fired up all over the yard and Gran's big kitchen overflowing in shifts for 3 days. Everyone finally assembled at the numerous very long tables out back, and Grandpa stands to say the grace . . . and say more grace . . . and say yet more grace. As I start to squirm because my backside was going numb, I spotted movement in the vacinity of the serving tables. Thinking that I might still small enough to get away with sneaking over to grab an early bite too, I scooched around to acess my chances just in time to spot Grandpa's big Redbone hound trot off with one of the turkies and his pack of Coonhounds helping themselves to the rest of the dishes. Meanwhile, the Beagels were cleaning up what the big dogs had knocked on the ground and Gran's little terrier mix was fair wallowing in Aunt Maggie's German Chocolate cake.
About that time Gran spotted the chaos, and slowly rising to her feet, just froze. Gradpa stopped saying grace in total confussion and as everyone else noticed the sudden silence . . . You guessed it, total pandamoneum insued.
I don't really remember the rest of that day. Bet you can guess who's job it was to put Gran's little terrier in the kennel with the rest of the dogs before we all got seated.
My 5 year old son set the kitchen table on fire with napkins while playing with the candles burning on the table, while my back was turned stirring gravy. Nuff Said!
Two years ago, I was hosting a big Thanksgiving dinner for my family and my inlaws. I am a pretty good cook so I was going all out to impress my husband's family. Well to make a long story short, one of the times that I pulled my 28 lb turkey out to baste it I must have spilled some grease in the oven because about 10 minutes later I smeeled something burning and I opened the oven door and flames about 2 feet long came jumping out of the oven!!!! My husband had to get the fire extingusher and spray the entire oven!! Thank God the pizza place was open because my big dinner turned into Pepperoni and all the trimmings!!! LOL
My aunt decided to have Thanksgiving dinner one year. She went all out. When she took the dinner out of the oven, she started walking over and it slipped out of her hands and onto the table, which buckled under the weight (we have about 30 people in my family so you can only imagine how large the turkey must have been). The turkey and all the side dished fell to the ground and ended up breaking her brand new tile floor that was installed just days before the holiday. We were able to save some of the dishes that didn't get all over the floor, but had to end up ordering pizza.
Needless to say that was the last time she had Thanksgiving, or any holiday for that matter, at her house.
At the first TG dinner that I hosted, I "roasted" the bird without a baking rack so that in reality, it boiled in its own juices. Came out feeling and tasting like rubber. Inedible is the perfect word.
My husband and I separated in 2008 (no sadness, we're still great friends) and ended up by some strange twist of fate moving into our separate digs on Thanksgiving Day. I can't remember why it had to be that day, c'est la vie. Being uber foodies with a longstanding tradition of going all out on this super food holiday, we were painfully unaware that delivery pizza places are not open on Thanksgiving. The only thing worse than moving on Thanksgiving Day and having to eat delivery pizza instead of traditional fare is moving on Thanksgiving Day, not being able to get delivery pizza and being so tired that you end up eating something from a convenience store.