My cousin and I offered to organize, host and cook the turkeys for our families Thanksgiving dinner. You know, just a nice cozy dinner for 46.
There was a bit of an incident with a dead mouse in the guts of the oven cause an epic stink but it was basically fine.
Once the house had throughly aired no one even gagged when they walked in and that forty pounds of turkey tasted great despite the fact that the oven was unplugged, moved, disassembled attempted to be de-moused, reassembled and plugged back in all while the turkey was cooking.
But really what’s a Thanksgiving dinner without a good story.