So, yesterday’s Thanksgiving went beautifully, but does anyone have any fun/amusing Thanksgiving “horror” stories? I had a doozy last year. Last year was our first year in our new house and I decided to host Thanksgiving for the first time in my life. We invited 6 people (dad, stepmother, friends Paul, Lori, their daughter Mary and their Uncle Charley).
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Tragedy 1. My husband Jason and I had originally been building a different house the year before. We had ordered some dining room furniture for the new house, but Jason unexpectedly lost his job and we lost the house. We had the dining room furniture delivered to our condo, but we had no room for it, so it was stored in the garage. Fast forward to Thanksgiving in our new house - Jason goes to put the table together, surprise - missing a key piece for stability. The furniture has been discontinued, so we were screwed*. I had this dream of a gorgeous dining room with a table cloth and china, but we ended up crowding everyone around the kitchen table.
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Tragedy 2. Around 10:00 am, Thanksgiving Day, my dad and I are sitting at the breakfast bar and I noticed the oven clock wasn’t on. That was weird. Turned out the sensor panel for our oven had burned out (the thing that sets the oven temperature). On Thanksgiving Day. With 6 people invited for dinner. Of course, nothing is open. We couldn’t get it fixed or even buy a replacement. The stove top was gas and operated by knobs, so it worked. Paul discovered that the bottom drawer of the oven was actually a “warming oven” that was controlled by a turn-y knob (not the oven touch controls) and went up to 450 degrees. We cooked every damned thing in the warming oven - luckily we were making turkey wellingtons (shaped like footballs) so they fit beautifully. Pies, casseroles, turkey, rolls…all in the tiny drawer in the bottom of the oven (honestly, I had never used it for anything but storing baking pans).
The oven was covered by our home warranty and we got it fixed a few weeks later.
- Right before my baby shower a couple of weeks ago (NEARLY ONE YEAR LATER), we finally got the table fixed. Jason commissioned a cabinet maker to replicate the missing piece. We stained it (it’s close, but it’s under the table so no one can really see it), and Jason (who is SUPER handy) installed it. Yay!