This morning Kristal and I were talking about the Thanksgiving dinner we know we are going to enjoy later today, and somehow the conversation morphed into a discussion on holiday/pot luck (or for those of you who are more theological than Jesus--pot providence--I can't even believe I stooped to your level) disasters. Now Kristal and I have only known each other for two and a half years, and have only been married for one and a half years and so am sure we wouldn't even know a holiday or pot luck disaster if it hit us in the face.
However, ours happened last fall (around this) time when Kristal was going through the throws of pregnistic (do you like the word--I take the credit for it) nausea. She was bad--literally, as soon as she would get up, she would throw up. We went to church and literally everything at the church pot luck was orange! Everything was orange! Do you want the menu?
-cheese and crackers
-macaroni and cheese
-sweet potatoes
-grilled cheese
-beef and carrot stew
-cantaloupe
Oh, and by the way, the only tasty thing was the cantaloupe and cheese and crackers. Needless to say, as soon as we got home Kristal threw up.
Show us up by telling your worst holiday/pot luck dinner stories. If you have more than one story go ahead and share both. I just have one rule--if your story is about a pot luck you are not welcome to call it a pot providence or a pot blessing.
Thursday, November 22, 2007
Holiday Dinner/Pot Luck Disasters
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Oh Goody!! I get to be the first to enter!! Luke and I were just discussing how bad this was, and Jimmy you may not even remember! BAD BAD BAD!!!
We had family coming in from Chicago, and the normal crew of those with no where to go, along with all of us. We cooked a turkey that we raised, and . . . .the family pet - George. George was a red turkey that was the pet for about 3 years. He played football and baseball with the boys, and had a tendancy to visit the neighbors - they would call for us to come and get him out of their driveway. George was old and was having some troubles with his legs (I think thats what you call them) so it was time for him to go.
The fresh turkey was cooked in the oven and George was in the roaster. It was time to eat and we carved up the oven turkey and all was good. We went to carve up George and he was harder than a brick bat. When Jim went to cut along the breast bone low and behold he cut into a cyst. The cyst was HUGE and drained like a water filled balloon that had just been punctured. It was absolutely gross. We tried to hide it from all the guests - but not happening!! Our little 12 lb turkey had to stretch to feed all of us. Needless to say there were no other leftovers of anything!
Poor poor George. May he rest in piece. HA! Happy Thanksgiving!!!
Your madre
Not sure Jimmy, but I think we scared everyone off!!! Our disasters are unbeatable - or we are just too crazy to admit it!
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