Back in November of 2001 I had decided it was time for me to start preparing Thanksgiving dinner for my children and my husband. Mainly because we all lived together and our parents lived in another state. Now this is a Thanksgiving that I’ll never forget! I ended up inviting the only family that we had here. My cousin, his wife, and their kids. One important fact to remember is that this took place right after the Twin Tower attack. (It’ll make more sense why I’m stating this later down the road.)
I decided I was going to use a turkey bag to cook my turkey. Now keep in mind this is my first time using one of these, and what did I do? I of course half-assed reading the directions. I used a table-spoon of flour and shook it so the flour spread in the bag, I then placed the turkey in the bag and finished preparing it. Everything is looking good and it even smell delicious, and in no time it was done cooking. We all had sat down at the table, said grace, and began to eat.
We’re all eating and talking and just having a good ole time. Then all of a sudden my husband spits his food out all over and shouts. “There is f**king Anthrax in our turkey!” Their eyes almost popped out of their heads. I was already on the floor laughing so hard I thought my gut was about to bust! I of course knew it was a clump of the flour. Then a few minutes later when I was able to control my laugh I was able to talk. I explained to him that it was flour and of course everyone relaxed. However dinner was defiantly over!
This is something that makes me laugh each and every time I think about it, but sadly my cousin and his family has yet to come back for another Thanksgiving dinner. On the upside to all of this at least I learned to dump the access flour out of the turkey bag! This was a live and learn experience for me that will forever make me laugh.
I do hope my story at least made you smile! Have a wonderful day.