Due to family obligations, we had our family Thanksgiving at my MIL’s house on Friday.
We drove up, and there’s my MIL, rather tight-lipped, saying she has to run out for a bit with my SIL. She wouldn’t say anything.
We figured my SIL had had a fight with her husband and needed to calm down, so we park the car and head into the house through the garage.
I notice a godawful stench in the garage, so bad I start gagging. I’d heard my SIL was planning to cook a duck along with the turkey and ham, and I thought with dismay that this was the smell of cooking duck.
I go into the house, drop off my purse, and had to immediately exit the house because the stench was overpowering. I stood gagging and coughing in the garage, wondering with dismay if I was going to have to pretend to enjoy whatever they were going to feed us, or if I would have to spend the entire Thanksgiving out in the garage.
Shortly after that, my son comes out bearing the turkey, which he dumps into a garbage bag held by my other BIL, also gagging and coughing. It immediately goes into the garbage can.
Much Febreze and open windows and fans later, we got the smell out of the house. We still do not know what happened to the turkey. It was thawed in the fridge and put directly into the roasting pan. My SIL had turned the turkey over, to let the juices flow down into the breast meat, and that’s when it started stenching.
Her husband, bless his heart, was not very tactful. She’s crying in the kitchen, trying to call Publix to get a fully smoked turkey to serve everyone, and he tries to cheer her up by saying, “What are you crying for? It’s just a turkey!” :smack:
To his credit, he did realize his faux pas and apologize later.