I was assigned to write about a memorable Thanksgiving, but I actually have two stories. Neither are that long or that exciting but they are the two Thanksgivings in my adult life that I will never forget.
I did have amazing Thanksgivings every year as a child, none of them stand out more than any others but they were wonderful. My grandmother was an amazing cook and an amazing Gardner. So we always had a wonderful spread of food and all of the vegetables were from her garden. She always made punch as well made out of Hawaiian Punch and 7-UP. I used love that punch. We always had an incredible meal and we were all always really full after wards. After we ate we would always play card games such as Yukor. My grandmother was also a great card player.
I miss those days at my grandmothers house. I miss my grandmother. Since those memories are all kind of combined in my memories there is not really any certain one I can write about. So here are two of my adult Thanksgiving memories.
We moved in to the house we are living in now 14 years ago. We closed on the day before Thanksgiving and did the majority of our moving on Thanksgiving Day. We did move the heavy stuff in to the garage right after the closing because we didn’t want to ask any of our friends to spend their Thanksgiving moving us in. On Thanksgiving we moved all of the small stuff and parents were there to help us move everything which was really sweet of them.
My daughter was only a few months and luckily for us she slept a good portion of the day which allowed us to get a lot of work done. We carried various boxes to various rooms and my mom and I cleaned the kitchen and bathrooms really well. The house had sat empty for many months so a good cleaning was in order.
At some point during the day my sister and her husband came over to help but they eventually left to go to his house for Thanksgiving. My then brother in law did give us a housewarming gift though. As he used our washroom and somehow ended up making the toilet over flow. Instead of shutting off the water he panicked and ran out of the bathroom screaming, “The toilet is over flowing, the toilet is overflowing!” as the water poured all over our bathroom floor and in to our kitchen which is right by the bathroom. My husband walked in and shut off the water, but there we were on Thanksgiving with most of our processions in boxes, we had to search through all the boxes to find the towels, and we got to meet our neighbors that day because we had to disturb their Thanksgiving dinner by borrowing their plunger. Luckily for us they got a big kick out of it.
We decided to call it quits at around 6:00. We didn’t have any turkey or cranberries but we did have mashed potatoes and gravy. The mashed potatoes and gravy came from KFC which was remarkably opened on Thanksgiving. Luckily they gave us plastic silverware and plates because we didn’t know where ours were. We all formed a circle on the dining room floor and ate our fabulous Thanksgiving dinner. I will tell you what though KFC had never tasted so good.
The following year we decided that we wanted to do Thanksgiving in our new home to mark the anniversary of our first year in our home. We have done Thanksgiving every year since, but lets just say the first one was quite the learning experience.
My sister in law had one a turkey at work and she gave it to me to cook. This was the biggest turkey I had ever seen in my entire life. I still have yet to see a turkey that large. Since this was pretty much the first large turkey I had ever cooked and I didn’t realize how much juice it would create. I also didn’t think about the weight of the turkey and the juice when I decided to use one of those disposable aluminum pans to cook it in. I was only thinking about size, I was not thinking about weight and I did not own a large roasting pan or anything like that.
So I seasoned the turkey, covered it with the foil tent, took the foil tent off towards the end to let the meat get some color on it and this turkey was looking beautiful and sitting in all kind of yummy juices. When it was time to pull the turkey out I grabbed at the pan and attempted to pull it forward, well of course the aluminum was flimsy and juice spilled out on to the bottom of the oven which was on. Next thing I know the oven is on fire and I couldn’t pull out the turkey because it too heavy and full of hot juice. So I start screaming, “Help, The ovens on Fire.” So my husband comes running over. He grabs up the turkey and of course spills more juice on the floor, he placed the pan in the sink which luckily was empty but at least he did not put it on the counter top because he would have burned it.
Then for some reason he decided to pull out the oven rack. Which is of course really hot, and he lays it down on the kitchen floor, which was linoleum and you guessed it, it completely burned floor melting the linoleum. Leaving an oven rack design on our floor.
Luckily I managed to beat the flames down with a wet towel. We turned the oven off and luckily we were able to contain the fire to the inside of the oven.
Luckily the turkey ended up being fine and actually was quite delicious. The whole dinner turned out nicely which is more than I could say about our kitchen floor.