3. I think everyone has a Thanksgiving horror story.
When I was a kid, we went to my aunt and uncle's house for a Thanksgiving dinner. Mom brought goodies as did a couple of other relatives.
My aunt was responsible for the turkey.
Almost time to eat, she took the turkey from the oven. Several of us were in the kitchen at the time. As she tried to transfer the bird to a platter, the thing took a swift twist and proceeded to fly across the kitchen floor. Good grief, what now?
After traveling about 5 feet, it came to rest against a chair leg.
After much discussion in the kitchen, it was decided that the floor was clean and that the turkey was OK to serve. None of us who saw the fiasco has anything but white meat from the top of the bird.
Drippings were safe to make gravy.
It was a family secret for years. I know my aunt was mortified. Either a well traveled turkey or no meat for dinner. What would you have done?