Thanks everyone. I had a lot of wine and basically giggle my way to passing out about 9pm. I got up at 330am to the sounds of my lovely husband cleaning up the Thanksgiving mess. He actually liked the dried up turkey and was hacking it off the bones to put in the fridge. He threw the pies and cake away.

It was so funny at the dinner table last night. It was a total Griswold scene. The kids crunching away at their dried up turkey trying not to complain, my 78 year old disabled father in law trying to gag down the WAY over sweetened apple pie saying "Oh it's fine!" Frank trying to mix everything together in his lumpy mashed potatoes and gravy just to get it down. In the meantime I just picked at my food giggling and drinking more and more wine!

The one thing I'm learning about cooking is you have to have an understanding family as well as a good sense of humour!
We'll see what happens at Christmas. Thing about the turkey. I've been making turkeys for about 20 years. But yesterday I knew that one was in too long. I met Pkessler in Leamington for a few minutes and instead of getting straight back to turn the turkey off I went straight to the school to pick up the kids. It ended up being in the oven just over an hour too long. So this years Thanksgiving disaster is partly Pamela's fault!
