it does involve turkey, and a holiday, so maybe it fits.
New Years Eve 1975, I was 21, working in radio, and rooming with 3 friends from college. I was assigned to work midnight to 6 AM New Years Day, so I briefly went to a party thrown by friends, and then on to the station to work all night.
I got home about 7:30 in the morning and promptly crashed. About 1 PM I got up to go to the bathroom and one of my roommates asked when I was going to start dinner.
Dinner? What dinner? The turkey dinner he had invited about 10 people to the night before at the party. After I had left. For 6 PM. THAT night. (Oh, and his culinary skills didn't even extend to boiling water).
We had a turkey (frozen solid) but virtually no sides of any kind. I hauled the turkey out of the freezer and put it in water to thaw, and my friends and I scattered to convenience stores and gas stations (all that was open on New Years Day) to try to find things to flesh out the menu.
We made it, and I can confirm that a turkey can be cooked at 500 degrees, but I wouldn't recommend it.