<p>I was a bit over-zealous with the amount of cauliflower/broccoli/cheese casserole and the cheese bubbled over the edges of the pan onto the turkey roasting potatoes below. The smoke was ridiculous and we had to open all the doors and windows. It was positively arctic in my house all of Thanksgiving day.</p>
<p>My SIL delegated the task of putting the marshmallows on the yams to brown. I don’t like yams, never cooked yams but always admired the beautiful puffy beige blanket. I crammed maximum number on top, not realizing I needed to account for marshmallow spread. It oozed all over the side of the dish, the oven racks and the bottom of the oven, causing the fire alarm to go off. <em>embarrassed smiley here</em></p>
<p>Dh sweetly cleaned up my mess. :)</p>
<p>not for consumption- but it involves the oven
I am hennaing my hair & wanted to get it a little thicker- so I warmed up the oven to put the cup in for a few minutes, however- when I went to get it- I knocked it over and half of it ended up on the oven floor.
I really didn’t want to take the time to mix up some more, so I scraped it up and slapped it on my head- picking the pieces of pizza crust out of course. ;)</p>
<p>LOL, emarldkity3!</p>
<p>On Wedensday I shopped, and among other things bought: an 8 lb. ham, 2 3 lb. roasts, 2 lbs of pastrami, 2 lbs. corned beef and lots of smoked salmon, cheeses, pate, breads, candy, cookies, chips, gallons of ice cream, pounds of fruit…and on and on including the left overs from a 2 turkey Thanksgiving…3 kids each brought home 2 friends and others have stopped in.</p>
<p>This morning DH and I walked into a spotless kitchen and commented that we must have food going to waste as we hadn’t seen anyone eating. We decided on a large breakfast menu and off I went to cook. Opened an empty, literally, fridge. All I can say is at least their friends clean up!</p>
<p>An old family story. My grandmother immigrated from Ireland, alone, when she was 14 years old in the year 1906 and married here two years latter. On that first married Thanksgiving she like the rest of her neighbors purchased their turkey from a horse drawn wagon vendor who would let you select a live bird from his cage and then behead it and hang it up for you on any nearby tree or fire escape to let it bleed out. </p>
<p>After 1 or 2 hours the bird was ready for plucking and then roasting and then the meal of the year and all of its side dishes were prepared. </p>
<p>Being 16 and not having any nearby female relatives or even mentors my GrandMa just assumed the procedure. </p>
<p>Mistake.</p>
<p>An hour before the dinner was due everyone noticed a strange smell from the coal fired oven. A very BAD smell.</p>
<p>My grandmother in her youth and haste had not thought to gut the bird. </p>
<p>As a young boy I remember her retelling the story every Thanksgiving and laughing about it.</p>
<p>Zossermom, that recipe sound great, will you share?</p>