My most memorable Thanksgiving is the one I haven't lived down, which is quite a feat considering that there was only one family witness to rat on me. (Thanks, bro.)
I was a junior in college and my brother was a freshman. We had the family house to ourselves. My parents and two younger sisters were in Ireland for a month, where my father had a work assignment. We had free reign. No, we didn't have a party. Well, not a big one at least. ;-)
I decided that tradition should be upheld and that I'd roast a turkey. Got the bird all dressed and ready to go...and then realised that turkeys don't cook in two hours like roast beef. What! Sit around the kitchen and twiddle my thumbs? (I should mention that the turkey went in the over about 6 pm; I wasn't big on pre-planning, evidently.) No no no no.
We all decided to go clubbing to "use" the time up. It seems like the best use of time. Except that we had such a great time dancin' and drinkin' and smokin' that we totally forgot about the turkey.
We came home to a turkey that was so overcooked that the flesh was rock hard and fell off the bone at the merest touch. The turkey disintigrated! (It was actually kind of amazing to look at.) We couldn't eat it and my reputation as a cook was tarnished for years and I was the subject of culinary ridicule. Even after I married and became a proper housewife, family and friends refused to come to our house to celebrate Thanksgiving. I was marked for years!!! :roll:
I was a junior in college and my brother was a freshman. We had the family house to ourselves. My parents and two younger sisters were in Ireland for a month, where my father had a work assignment. We had free reign. No, we didn't have a party. Well, not a big one at least. ;-)
I decided that tradition should be upheld and that I'd roast a turkey. Got the bird all dressed and ready to go...and then realised that turkeys don't cook in two hours like roast beef. What! Sit around the kitchen and twiddle my thumbs? (I should mention that the turkey went in the over about 6 pm; I wasn't big on pre-planning, evidently.) No no no no.
We all decided to go clubbing to "use" the time up. It seems like the best use of time. Except that we had such a great time dancin' and drinkin' and smokin' that we totally forgot about the turkey.
We came home to a turkey that was so overcooked that the flesh was rock hard and fell off the bone at the merest touch. The turkey disintigrated! (It was actually kind of amazing to look at.) We couldn't eat it and my reputation as a cook was tarnished for years and I was the subject of culinary ridicule. Even after I married and became a proper housewife, family and friends refused to come to our house to celebrate Thanksgiving. I was marked for years!!! :roll:
...proper housewife!!!! 