Undercooked Turkey and Other Thanksgiving Disasters

I always wondering what would happen if you left the insides in before cooking. Yikes! Now I know!

One of the funniest Thanksgiving disasters we had was one year a friend our broke our wine opener about 5 minutes into the party. To our guests, it was UNTHINKABLE that we have Thanksgiving without alcohol, so we had to borrow one from the neighbors. We still tease our friend about it to this day-how he tried to sabotage Thanksgiving!

One year we decided to have turkey the week before Thanksgiving because we were going to my parents for Thanksgiving and my mom was not able to make a turkey that year.

So I went to check on the turkey and the oven was warm, but the turkey was nowhere near cooked.  The oven had broken during cooking.  I threw it in the   (thank goodness it was small enough) and we had it the next day.  I cannot even remember what we ended up eating.

Later on my husband took out the oven and discovered melted wires in the blue box where the oven wires connect to the house electricity.  Very scary.  Fortunately, we just had a ruined dinner and not a burned house.

Oops, somehow the word "crock pot" got left out of my post above....

we have yet to have a disaster, usually it's the mil's attitude that ruins everything for me. but the food-always good!

My first turkey was swimming in liquids. I don't know why I decide that I needed to bath the turkey. I poured a half a pan of water over it and it was a disaster. I am a much better turkey cooker today. Thank God. My poor husband.

Last Thanksgiving we spent the day at my MIL's, and the day was already stress filled because we don't have a great relationship.  She insisted on cooking brisket instead of turkey though, and attempted to make 3 whole briskets shoves into 1 roaster.  We tried to warn her that there was just no way this would cook in time.  To make matters worse, my FIL insisted on opening the lid to check in constantly, which only slowed down the cooking process... needless to say we ate all side dishes that day.  :) 

God, how I remember the Turkey Day of '07; the turkey wasn't cooking that fast, so we turned on the broiler to get it going. My sister in law ( who was a twit anyway) insisted on running everything and stuck her arm into the oven to check the bird. The crochetted sweater she had on immediately caught fire from the top broiler thing and she ran screaming from the house across the snow-covered lawn. My brother Guido and I drew our guns and took pot shots at her as she screamed "help me, help me". One shot, I think it was her husband Joey's finally shut her up and he commented that they didn't have insurance anyway, so I'm better off. Seems she always ate too much and monopolized the conversation anyway, so no one missed her. We can't wait to see who Joey brings next year!