Thanksgiving House Horrors
I posted this question last week, but we were probably all too busy ordering our free range turkeys (rest his soul, our parrot is always very well behaved on Thanksgiving while she watches me stuff Big Bird) and menu-planning. So do tell: who’s stove blew up? Any garbage disposal disasters? Did your dishwasher break down and you pitched the plates? Anyone’s refrigerator die and spoil the stuffing? Do you understand finally why people want two dishwashers?
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Not so much a house horror as a “holiday horror”…my in-laws were in town and didn’t want to do traditional fare, so we wound up at a sports bar with burgers and nachos instead. I wish that I would have had the chance to test the limits of my appliances…sorry!
No true horrors…but try cooking Thanksgiving for just two (Gary had to work) so I made dinner for just the two of us. Good lord, even though I tried to cut the tried and true recipes down..we will have leftovers until next Thanksgiving!! Anybody want some cornbread dressing?
My sister made several wonderful dishes and brought them to my mother’s house. My knucklehead brother-in-law turned on the self-clean function on the oven and left. The house burned down while we were eating at mom’s.
His words: I thought I smelled something burning before I left, but didn’t think anything of it.
The really scary part – my sister had children with this balloonhead.
Oh no… no sooner did I post this than my darling tenants in San Antonio called to tell me the dishwasher fried last night. How I love home ownership!
I think this qualifies as a Thanksgiving Horror! Slaved for 2 days polishing silver and polishing chrystal glasses etc. All the while cooking a buffet for 20. Unless you have been in our old fashioned butlers pantry you wouldnt know that it has a tongue groved plank ceiling from when the plaster fell many moons ago and the elderly owner owner was afraid of plaster after that. Back to story. I was still slaving getting the food ready to the staging area in the butlers pantry to be hauled into the diningroom. All the clean silver was layed out awaiting the food. My other half disappeared to the shower upstairs (above the butlers pantry)to qoute take a nice long relaxing shower before the pending onslought at 6pm. At 5pm my best buddy (god bless her soul) showed up at the back door to see it she could help a couple of boys show people how its done! As we were beginning to to light the little fires under all the chafing dishes and preparing to dish up the food a hot soapy filthy deluge began pouring through the ceiling boards on our heads. We were instantly drenched and silver chafing dishes and all the wine and champagne glasses began to fill with this filhy water. I raced up the stairs screaming like a Debutante (not MY words)to find my innocent “so” relaxing in that hot shower. We later determined a drain pipe had burst under the shower pan. I was soaked, my freind was soaked I was also hysterical and refused to return to that mess. So, “so” had to go downsairs alone while i showered off the filthy mess and dressed. Poor guy it wasnt his fault. When I got back downstairs my loving freinds and family were finishing mopping my now warped wooden floor and drying the dishes! We managed to have a good time despite the Doris Day-esque scene just slightly delayed. We discovered living in a 100 yr old house can have its challenges! Jeff and Geovany p.s. My best buddy had to go home to change Ugh…