Many years ago.... One of the
first Thanksgiving's my hubby and I spent together did not exactly go according
to plan. We lived near a lake. And we loved to walk around it. This would take
some time, though. So we'd make a day of it. On this particular Thanksgiving
Day... the sky was clear, and the weather was exceptional for a walk. Anxious
to get started... we hurriedly made the oyster stuffing, cranberry relish and
dressed the bird. Once we put the turkey
in the oven, we headed out, anxiously anticipating a delicious mouthwatering
meal when we returned 3 hours later. As usual we enjoyed traipsing through the
landscape for our walk. The first clue something was not quite right on the
home front came when we opened the front door, on our return. The succulent
fragrance of oven roasted turkey did not hit our nostrils. Instead we smelled
nothing. Nothing at all. We rushed to the oven door, flipped it open to see
what was wrong, only to discover we never turned the oven on. Talk about
disappointment. We were famished and had nothing to eat. It was almost 6
o'clock. And being a tad bit naive about bacteria and such things... we simply
shut the oven door and flipped on the switch. Dinner was served after 9 pm,
that night. And we didn't get food poisoning. But we learned a valuable Thanksgiving
lesson. Be willing to laugh at your mistakes. And ALWAYS check the on/off
button on your stove when cooking a big meal. I wish each and every one of you
a HAPPY THANKSGIVING. Do you have any Turkey
