Holiday disasters?

[james'mommy]

When I was a kid we had an epileptic cocker spaniel. Good ole Gizmo. One year during Christmas dinner the dog had a seizure. My grandfather looks over and says "damn shame. can somebody pass the peas?". My sisters and I were in hysterics and all grandpa could think of was food.

 

[drcbpearce]

I was in college in Tx. DH and I were not yet married, we were engaged, and getting married the Dec. after Thanksgiving. A couple of our friends came over for Turkey day since college kids can't afford to go home at Thanksgiving and Christmas. Joey had a smoker and the terrific idea to smoke our turkey. So Joey and his GF Charlanne (both classmates of mine) spent the night at our apt so Joey could tend the turkey at night and again early in the morning. There was a handicapped parking space at the bottom of our stairs that was never used and that was where he set up his smoker. We woke up on Thanksgiving expecting to find a beautiful turkey. But when Joey and my DH came back upstairs, I could tell something was wrong. The sprinklers had gone off in the night and put out the coals, so the bird was half cooked. Thankfully, I had a ham as well, so we didn't starve.

But Joey, oh I love Joey, he's agreat guy, didn't want to have Thanksgiving dinner w/o sweet potatoes. I don't care for them, so he made them the way his mom did: 3 large potatoes, marshmellows and maple syrup....in a FOIL loaf pan. Did you know that foil pans will collapse when they are overloaded? Yep. I took the pan out of the oven and could feel it start to buckle and tried in vain to get it to the counter. Before I made it, the center of the pan creased creating a spout and all of that marshmellow/maple syrup/sweet potato goo spilled all over my jeans (Thank God I was wearing jeans), floor, cabinets! I ran and jumped in the shower in my clothes! I didn't like sweet potatoes before, but HATED them after! Over a year later when DH and I moved out, I still found sticky spots under the cabinet doors and drawers from that!

 

[drcbpearce]

I recently had found out I was pregnant. Our infant son was just 7 months old. It had been 6 years since I had spent a holiday with my parents due to various work related issues and we were going to drive up to let them know our baby news. I was so excited to have gotten enough time off to drive up and see them. My husband had bought a new vehicle capable of driving in the snow and we were all set for our trip through the Rocky Mountains to visit them for Thanksgiving. Everything was going great...then boom!!! Tire blow out!!! We were 6 hours into the drive and no one had tires in stock to fit our vehicle. We spent Thanksgiving at the Hampton Inn and had dinner at the Cracker Barrel (between my sobs) I was a little disappointed and hormonal. The next day we found a tire for our vehicle. My husband had the idea of driving back home to have dinner the next night with his family since a blizzard had blown in, making it too dangerous of a drive to my parents house. We drove to his mothers house and.. had the Worst.Dinner.Ever. His mother cornered me to tell me that her son "deserved better" than me and a bunch of other inappropriate things. It was like that movie with Jennifer Lopez "Monster in Law" or something. I told my husband, "I guess this isn't the best time to tell everyone about the baby?" When we finally sat down for dinner my MIL set everyone a place with placecards and fine china except for me. When my husband went to get me one she said "Oh I didn't think she wanted to eat...you know she could stand to skip a meal or two." I ran out of the room. Maybe I am too sensitive but that was so rude. I ended up having a mis-carriage ironically a few days later...Yeah, it was pretty much the worst Thanksgiving ever.

I agree, that is just evil. You know I've seen that kind of thing in the movies, but never really thought people could behave that way. What a cow. No on deserves to be treated like that.

 

[emma'smom]

My mother always kept the big roasting pan in the basement. One early Thanksgiving morning, she sent my aunt (who was visiting) down to the basement to bring it up so that she could put the turkey in. As my aunt was carrying it up the stairs, she picked up the lid and screamed! The turkey carcass for the year before was still inside---all gross!

Apparently, the pan had been set aside to be dealt with later in the evening the year before and someone returned it to storage assuming it had been cleaned. Yuck!