When Turkeys Fly – Thanksgiving Disasters

When Turkeys Fly

When Turkeys Fly – Thanksgiving Disasters

It’s hard to believe another year is drawing to a close. And of course, this is the time of year we are most sentimental with memories of holidays past, like when turkeys fly.

The past few days, I have to admit that I have been getting a kick out of reading about Thanksgiving disasters.

You know, the ones where a novice cook forgets to defrost the turkey, or didn’t remove the bag of innards out before stuffing the bird. Or they burned a pie or the rolls or put too much seasoning into a side dish or dessert. Every family has a disaster story, and most are shared over and over each year in the name of tradition, much to the cook’s chagrin.

We have very few Thanksgiving disasters to share, because my mom is such an excellent cook. However, every year we relive the moment in our family’s history known as, “When Turkeys Fly.”

One of the best things about holidays is that one usually remembers all the sights, sounds and tastes. From the decorations to the mood music or games on in the background, the day is ripe to heighten the awareness of one’s senses. What better smell is there than a pie baking or a turkey roasting? And what better sound is there than an electric knife that is cutting up slices of juicy turkey? To this day, whenever I hear an electric knife, I think of Thanksgiving.

To really appreciate this story, you’d have to understand my dad. He was a character in every true sense of the word. He was a sports nut – watched anything that moved – and other than assisting with the setting of the table, his only other responsibility on Thanksgiving was carving the turkey.

Anyhow, back to the disaster story.  It was a Thanksgiving day like any other. The turkey was huge, and hot out of the oven. Dad was getting prepped for his annual carving gig. He let the turkey set a few minutes while he grabbed the serving tray, meat fork and the electric knife. Most importantly, he got the channel set on the TV in the kitchen so he could watch his football game while slicing. And since he was an expert carver, the only cuss words we would hear while he was in the kitchen were directed at his favorite football team, the refs or coaching staff.

One memorable Thanksgiving, we heard an odd noise coming from the kitchen and a stream of curse words that would make a sailor blush. Voices were raised to a fevered pitch. As we all ran to the kitchen, our dog included, we saw my mother’s hard work sliding across the kitchen floor. If you have never heard a hot, 26-pound, buttery turkey hit the floor, it sounds a bit like a slithery thud enhanced with splattering smacks and muffled a bit by stuffing tufts hitting the cupboards.

Emotions were running high. My mother looked like she was about to cry, and my father and maternal grandmother were escalating their voices in a shouting match. Grandma could finally prove to the world her daughter married a putz, and he could prove to the world that his mother-in-law harbored a grudge.

Now, there are two versions two this story – his and hers.

Dad insisted Grandma was in his way at his carving station, and because of her, the turkey landed on the floor. Grandma insisted that Dad’s torso was completing contorted as he was twisting and craning his body to see the game, and that he wasn’t paying attention, and he knocked the turkey to the floor. Considering their history, she could have purposely blocked the TV, never knowing how bad the drama would ensue. To this day, we don’t know the truth and probably never will. The only live creature who wasn’t upset with the poultry problem running afoul was our dog, which enjoyed her happiest Thanksgiving ever as she assisted in cleaning up the floor.

Thank goodness for all the side dishes because the little bit of turkey that hadn’t landed on the floor didn’t go far among the 20-plus gathered for dinner. Supposedly my dad cut off the portion that hit the floor and tossed it out – though I believe he probably saved it and ate it out of spite, under the guise of proving it was safe to eat.

For years afterwards, every Thanksgiving this story was resurrected, and every year we were guaranteed the debate would continue as to whose fault it was. And whether it was divine intervention or my mom’s stealth coordination, my grandmother was never in the kitchen again when Dad carved the turkey.

May your Thanksgiving be filled with memorable moments and may it be a no-fly zone for turkeys.

Happy Thanksgiving!

© Lynne Cobb – 2015

Feel free to share your Thanksgiving disaster in the comment section!

 

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10 Responses to When Turkeys Fly – Thanksgiving Disasters

  1. Howling here, Lynn. Can just picture the turkey sailing off and showering the kitchen. While we’ve had oven shut offs mid roast, turkey explosions and an unfortunate infestation of grubs threatening the gravy, we’ve never had to deal with a slippery bird. I’m grinning here – so funny. Off to share.
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  2. Bob Wonnacott says:

    Now, that’s a great story! It had me really laughing. I was never trusted to do the turkey carving. In fact, I was banned from the kitchen for good one day after my wife said I was trying to burn the house down while making bacon for breakfast. I figured bacon is nice and crispy when you eat it, so I kept waiting for it to get that way in the pan while I was cooking it. I guess it could have caught on fire if she had not spotted it. Funny how these stories stick around for a long time.

  3. Kim says:

    That’s a great story! Heirloom quality. Although whenever I hear “turkeys flying” I think about the Turkey promo from “WKRC in Cincinnati”!
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  4. It’s important to have disasters because they make for great stories in the ensuing years! Nice to see that the great turkey crash has given you festive conversation (and a blog post) to make the event worth suffering through!
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  5. Janice Wald says:

    Hi Lynne,
    Thanks for your visit to my site yesterday and your comments on my How to get 1, 406 page views in one day post.
    I’ve seen Leanne around the blogsophere before.
    In response to your post, I am an English teacher. I use teach 8th graders to write sensory descriptions. Describing Thanksgiving is one of the assignments. Thanks for helping me reflect as I read your memories.
    Janice
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