Ah, Thanksgiving. When we all sit down to a beautiful meal looking like a Norman Rockwell painting with a house full of relatives who like each other.

Well, we all know it doesn't always work that way. Like the year the dog ate the turkey as it "rested" on the counter and we had to go out for Chinese Food.

Or the year the maids managed to break the oven while doing the pre-holiday cleaning and we didn't discover it until Thanksgiving morning.

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Name: Gary S. Dannenbaum

Comment: My wife and I were celebraing our first Thanksgiving as a married couple in New London, Connecticut. I was in the Navy at the time, and Karen and I decided to invite some of my shipmates and their wives over for Thanksgiving Dinner. We judiciously did all the preparatory work the night before, including thawing and placing the turkey in the baking pan. We placed a towel over the turkey to protect it from the "elements", and headed off to bed. The next morning, Thanksgiving Day, we got up and headed into the kitchen. Karen went ahead of me and suddenly I heard this blood curdling scream. I could not imagine what could possibly be wrong. So I ran gallantly into the kitchen and there stood Karen pointing at the turkey. I walked over, took a look, and felt like screaming myself. The towel was off to the side of the turkey, and on the very top of the turkey were a few mouse droppings and also a few tiny bites missing from the breast of the turkey! Well, obviously at eight o'clock in the morning on Thanksgiving Day, there was nothing we could do about getting another turkey, so we boldly scrubbed the turkey as best we could with soap and water, and proceeded with our plans. No one ever knew the difference, and thank goodness, no one became ill! It was years later before we ever told anyone about that incident, and we never told any of those who came to sup with us on that day.

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Name: debbie wesbrook

Comment: My husband and i were set to have about 22 people for thanksgiving dinner,with a 22 pounder defrosted and ready to go. The night before Thanksgiving,my friend from Denver came to visit and asked to use the oven to cook her pies before going to her mom's. After 1 hour of NOT smelling pumpkin pie cooking we looked in the oven to find a raw pie and the heating element down and out. Thanksgiving morning I'm in a panic and no heating element to be scored! My husband, ever the resourceful one and a GREAT cook said "I'm firing up the grill honey! It's gonna be barbecued turkey for us this year! " We'd never grilled a turkey, but figured we'd prepare it just like we have chicken, only cook it all day. So we oiled it, salted and peppered inside, parsley all over, then wrapped it in two layers of aluminum foil and threw it on the low grill about 7:00, we turned it about every hour and Voila! at 4:30 we had what are guests said was one of the juiciest, most flavorful turkey they'd ever eaten! Another reason i love that guy i married 32 years ago!

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Name: Craig Degenhardt

Comment: My Wife had gone to Montana for her Step-Dad's funeral and I was home in Albuquerque with our 11 and 9 year old son's. The Kitchen was being remodled but the day before Thanksgiving the new stove was delivered and being installed. My wife had gotten the Turkey before she left and us men were going to have our own self cooked full Thanksgiving Dinner. The contractor had left for the long weekend. When the Stove guy pluged in our new gas stove we found out the contractor had mis-wired the outlet and at 5 PM the day before Thanksgiving our 110 stove got plugged into a 110 outlet that had 220 power running to it. The stove worked for 30 seconds and then it was fried! We took a turkey breast and cooked it in a crockpot, microwaved the instant mashed potatos and corn. It just wasn't the same. The boys were Thankfull for what we did get but they decided that Mom cooking with a Stove was a much better way to celebrate the holiday.

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Name: Phillip Medrano

Comment: I went to a high schoolseminary in Cincinnati. For Thanksgiving, the boys who lived nearby went home. All of us from NM stayed at the seminary. On Thanksgiving we went downtown, saw a movie and grabbed a hamburger, no big deal. When my mom called she asked what I had eaten on Thanksgiving day and I told her a hamburger (no big deal, we were happy to have the break). She started crying, so every year after that I made sure to tell her I had turkey and all the fixings.

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