Everyone has at least one Thanksgiving dinner horror story. My “favorite” recollection of a turkey day dinner gone bad took place when I was about 10 years old.
The extended family had traveled to our house in Ellensburg, Washington to share in the T-Day festivities. Relatives from Vancouver, Ferndale and other reaches of Washington surrounded the table decked with sweet potatoes covered in brown sugar, mashed potatoes, green bean casserole, Jello (yes, Jello), crescent rolls, pounds of butter, and a large space in the middle of the table for the guest of honor, Herkemer (Mom’s label for the turkey). That year, Herkemer was an over 20 pounder, due to the big crowd.
At the appointed time, Herkemer was paraded into the dining room and placed ceremoniously on the table. Dad, knife in hand, proudly began cutting into the turkey….as the turkey was opened up, a large, green “egg” in the middle of the main course glowed from within. It wasn’t appetizing, whatever it was. I still don’t know what it was, but I do know it was supposed to be there. My big brother, helpful as always, tried to convince me it was several disgusting things, which left indelible memories to this day that haunt every turkey I carve. Regardless, it was a memorable dinner. I ate only potatoes (and pumpkin pie of course). So, what’s your Thanksgiving dinner horror story?