Thanksgiving Day disasters

'73 H1 Triple · 11-25-2009, 07:29 PM

Everybody has their favorite food and memory of the holidays. What went wrong that stands out?

I'll start.

My late grandmother was an excellent cook. One thanksgiving many years ago, the entire family was over at my grandparents. Her brothers and sister, my dad and family, my aunt and family and a few close friends. Probably close to 30 people.

My grandmother made her pound cake which was usually excellent........ but something went terribly wrong. It was extremely dense and went THUD when it was tapped with a knife handle.

Her brother, my Great Uncle Welly had the pound cake in front of him and was thumping it with his knife handle. He yelled out ( in Penna German )
" I'm going to need a sharper knife to cut this cake. Hey Ezra, (my grandfather ) Go out to the barn and get me an axe"

My grandmother was so embarrassed she grabbed the cake and threw it outside to the dog. The dog carried it around for a bit and then he BURIED IT

Jeff

defector · 11-25-2009, 07:43 PM

My brother and my SIL had their first married Tgiving at my parents house. SIL insisted on cooking and well, it didn't go perfect - bird burnt like charcoal on the outside, and raw on the inside (complete with parts bag and neck still inside).

Mom and dad to the rescue, and we had a kickass BBQ instead.

askmrjesus · 11-25-2009, 08:33 PM

I went to visit my friend English Bob and his wife for Thanksgiving in Pasadena.

Bob loves to cook, and knows more about cooking than anyone I know. He also loves Thanksgiving, which is odd for a Brit. He say he likes it because England was so much better after all the Puritans left, but considering the fact that he lives in California, I suspect he just likes to eat. Bob is not a small man.

That year, Bob had decided on a duck instead of a turkey. We had also decided on Scotch instead of beer, so by time the duck was ready, we were fairly shit faced.

The thing about ducks, is they are very fatty. Lots of grease. Lots and lots of grease. So much grease, that when he pulled it from the oven, it flew off of the pan, and skidded about eight feet across the floor towards me.

That should have been the end of it. Unfortunately, it was at that very moment that the reflexes I had developed after many years of pouring quarters into Foosball tables came into play. I did what any goalie would do. I kicked it back at him. Hard. Harder than needed. Too hard.

Bob was not ready. I can't say I blame him. What kind of person kicks a greasy duck across a floor? How do you plan for that?

The duck slid past Bob. It slid past Bob's wife. It slid past a watercooler, four chairs and a table, and plowed into the kitchen wall like a wet, well, like a wet greasy duck (sorry, couldn't think of an apt metaphor).

We ate it anyway.

Bob has never forgiven me.

JC

HurricaneHeather · 11-25-2009, 11:51 PM

Three years ago we went to Missouri for Thanksgiving to spend it with my in laws. My mother in law and I got into a screaming match outside the house about....what was it again....oh that's right, a family picture.

Good times.

Amorok · 11-26-2009, 05:58 PM

The closest I can come is when I was deployed and right as I was sitting down to my thanksgiving food (which was the same as the day before's food except I could have more) a deicer buried it's rear tire and we had to go dig it out. So they threw my food away and I was covered in a mud glycol sludge.

11-25-2009, 07:29 PM	#1
'73 H1 Triple restorer of the original Join Date: Mar 2008 Location: Zionsville,PA Moto: '93 ZR1100 &'73 Kawasaki H1 500 Posts: 1,331	Thanksgiving Day disasters Everybody has their favorite food and memory of the holidays. What went wrong that stands out? I'll start. My late grandmother was an excellent cook. One thanksgiving many years ago, the entire family was over at my grandparents. Her brothers and sister, my dad and family, my aunt and family and a few close friends. Probably close to 30 people. My grandmother made her pound cake which was usually excellent........ but something went terribly wrong. It was extremely dense and went THUD when it was tapped with a knife handle. Her brother, my Great Uncle Welly had the pound cake in front of him and was thumping it with his knife handle. He yelled out ( in Penna German ) " I'm going to need a sharper knife to cut this cake. Hey Ezra, (my grandfather ) Go out to the barn and get me an axe" My grandmother was so embarrassed she grabbed the cake and threw it outside to the dog. The dog carried it around for a bit and then he BURIED IT Jeff

11-25-2009, 07:43 PM	#2
defector My balls, your chin Join Date: Nov 2008 Location: The desert of Az Moto: 929, SV650, YZ250 Posts: 1,917	My brother and my SIL had their first married Tgiving at my parents house. SIL insisted on cooking and well, it didn't go perfect - bird burnt like charcoal on the outside, and raw on the inside (complete with parts bag and neck still inside). Mom and dad to the rescue, and we had a kickass BBQ instead. __________________ Reading this signature may give you special powers, including the ability to run through walls. You should try it immediately.

11-25-2009, 08:33 PM	#3
askmrjesus Soul Man Join Date: Nov 2008 Location: Everywhere, all the time. Moto: '0000 Custom Turbo Cross (with jet kit). Posts: 6,481	I went to visit my friend English Bob and his wife for Thanksgiving in Pasadena. Bob loves to cook, and knows more about cooking than anyone I know. He also loves Thanksgiving, which is odd for a Brit. He say he likes it because England was so much better after all the Puritans left, but considering the fact that he lives in California, I suspect he just likes to eat. Bob is not a small man. That year, Bob had decided on a duck instead of a turkey. We had also decided on Scotch instead of beer, so by time the duck was ready, we were fairly shit faced. The thing about ducks, is they are very fatty. Lots of grease. Lots and lots of grease. So much grease, that when he pulled it from the oven, it flew off of the pan, and skidded about eight feet across the floor towards me. That should have been the end of it. Unfortunately, it was at that very moment that the reflexes I had developed after many years of pouring quarters into Foosball tables came into play. I did what any goalie would do. I kicked it back at him. Hard. Harder than needed. Too hard. Bob was not ready. I can't say I blame him. What kind of person kicks a greasy duck across a floor? How do you plan for that? The duck slid past Bob. It slid past Bob's wife. It slid past a watercooler, four chairs and a table, and plowed into the kitchen wall like a wet, well, like a wet greasy duck (sorry, couldn't think of an apt metaphor). We ate it anyway. Bob has never forgiven me. JC __________________ The way things are going, they're gonna crucify me.

11-26-2009, 05:58 PM	#5
Amorok Issukangitok Join Date: Nov 2008 Location: Biloxi, MS Moto: '06 Suzuki Boulevard C50T Posts: 2,225	The closest I can come is when I was deployed and right as I was sitting down to my thanksgiving food (which was the same as the day before's food except I could have more) a deicer buried it's rear tire and we had to go dig it out. So they threw my food away and I was covered in a mud glycol sludge. __________________ What goes around comes around. Sometimes you get what's coming around, and sometimes you are what's coming around. You see what I mean?

11-25-2009, 11:51 PM	#4
HurricaneHeather AMA Supersport Join Date: Nov 2008 Location: Sydney Moto: '98 Honda Fireblade Posts: 3,696	Three years ago we went to Missouri for Thanksgiving to spend it with my in laws. My mother in law and I got into a screaming match outside the house about....what was it again....oh that's right, a family picture. Good times.