You already know that we have had several holiday cooking disasters. Last year on Thanksgiving, while Cousin Beverly was visiting, I made the famous (or infamous) Far From Normal cake. My family still refers to that cake which they call twelve layers of pancake or, alternatively thanks to my son, the Coma Cake. Some of my family even claim to have become ill from eating it!
Actually, Thanksgiving the year before the Far From Normal Cake experience was also a memorable fiasco. My son Taylor and his finance Glinda had come up for the holiday weekend as had my sister Lindy, along with her husband Charles and their daughter Fiona. John and I had also invited our friends Jerry and Rochelle to join us for dinner. While the turkey cooked, I prepared our delicious side-dishes. All of a sudden, my oven stopped working. The turkey was half-done and I had no other oven.
I started thinking of all my options. The grill seemed to be a possibility, but it was cold and snowy outside. The microwave might have worked except that the turkey wouldn’t fit in it. I was wondering if anyone had ever fried a turkey.
Luckily, my friend Kelly and her husband were out of town. I quickly called her and asked if I could use her kitchen. She agreed and Charles, Lindy, Fiona, Taylor, Glinda, and I drove over to Kelly’s. While we were cooking the dinner, Jerry and Rochelle showed up back at our house. John played the part of the good host, and soon we were back with a great dinner.
When they returned home, Kelly kept insisting that I needed a new stove, but John was able to replace the element and the stove worked fine. Luckily, that Thanksgiving ended up being a wonderful meal with marvelous people who were able to roll with the punches. I love my family and friends!