Back in 2006 I wrote about a Thanksgiving dinner that went terribly wrong…and the joy that erupted nevertheless:
Thirty minutes before our traditional 3:00 mealtime, things began to unravel. With surprising speed.
The first hints something was wrong were the thin swirls of smoke rising from two different stove burners. It seems my brother had burned the green beans and some other vegetable dish. My mother was fairly calm about it. After all, we had plenty of other food.
Not for long. A few minutes later, my father dropped the turkey roasting pan as he pulled it from the oven. He leaped one way and sizzling pan and turkey leaped the other. The turkey bounced from the pan and rolled over on its back, as though begging once again for its little life.
At that very moment I turned from the counter, a hot apple pie in my two oven-mitted hands.
I hope you’ll head over to read the entire story at The Most Disastrous Thanksgiving Ever. And a joyful Thanksgiving to you all!