I just got back from my sister's place.
I can sum up the family Thanksgiving in three very familiar words: Ambitious, but Rubbish.
The weather was meh, the football a bit lousy (even the Lions getting eviscerated grew dull), and everyone was either out hunting (the men) or sleeping or watching my sister's two-month old boy. The plan was to have the Thanksgiving meal as a supper instead of an early dinner. That's where the fun really began.
Someone put a bit too much water in with the turkey. That water, combined with the turkey juice proceeded to boil, and boil, and boil some more until it all hit the oven floor. When my sister went to check the oven, all we heard was loud sizzling followed by a huge-ass waft of smoke. For the next twenty minutes, visibility in the home was quite limited even with all the doors open and fans blowing.
Eventually, the smoke cleared but left a nasty stink, which woke up my dad. My brothers had just returned from hunting and were chuckling.
When it was time to put the rolls in the oven, another big plume of smoke. And then the oven caught fire. Several minutes of discussing whether one should use smoke or baking soda later, the bloody thing went out.
Surprisingly, the meal went without a hitch, until two hours later when my sister remembered that she had put more stuffing in the oven to cook. The house, when I left, was literally a stench of smoke and burned stuffing.
After today, I'm looking forward to Christmas to see how we can top this.