Thanksgiving
This
year was the first year we did thanksgiving ourselves. We couldn’t fly out west for Thanksgiving,
and so we decided to do it all ourselves.
Initially we thought it would be fun to invite some people. Ryan invited some of the people he has been
working with lately in the ward, but in the end it was just Ryan, the boys and
me. And thank heaven for that! It was a semi disaster.
I
had planned and planned for this dinner, wanting it to turn out great. I found all new recipes (not a wise choice)
that were dairy and gluten free, and set it all in motion. After spending all day before, and the day of
in the kitchen, tirelessly working, things were looking pretty good (I
seriously have a new found respect for all the ladies out there who year after
year put on Thanksgiving dinners. They
are secret warriors!.). Most
everything was done, and looking good. I
decided to brake away from the kitchen to go take a shower, thinking that since
the bird was in the oven and timers were set, that everything would be smooth
sailing and flawless. So imagine my
surprise and absolute dread, when, not five minutes after leaving the kitchen and
taking my shower, than I hear Ryan saying to me that “the oven started beeping
strangely because there was too much smoke and the turkey was catching
fire. But don’t worry”, he says, “I
turned it off and everything is fine.”
What! Everything is not
fine. I jump out of the shower and throw
something quickly on and rush to the kitchen.
I pull the turkey out and look at my poor, sad scorched blackened
turkey. It was really really sad to look
at. Thank goodness for strange alerts
built into ovens or I would have burned the house down!
As
for thanksgiving dinner, we rectified the situation as best as possible and had
a very late thanksgiving dinner.
I know for myself, that this years Thanksgiving will forever be
remembered. Ugg.
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