**tall tale backatcha!**
It's this kind of holiday that we remember the most.
The Thanksgiving that I remember most (and the most fondly) was the year that my brother came to spend Thanksgiving with us. Oh, it was going to be a fantastic spread... no expense was spared! With all the prep work done and the only thing left was cooking the turkey and warming up some dishes I went to bed planning to get up early, pop the turkey in the oven and put all the rest together.
So... the next morning I got up, turned on the oven to preheat it and went about my business. Came back a little later to find the oven was COLD. Turns out we had run out of gas and there was no way to get our
tank filled on Thanksgiving Day. Lovely, just lovely. After all the crying and rage was over I started preparing for a meal out... until my brother showed up.
Seemingly amused at my plight (What was wrong with him!?!? This was no time to laugh!!) he calmly walked out to the patio, fired up our grill, wrapped the turkey tight in tin foil and put it on the rack. When he came in he was shaking his head and saying,
"You know, they cooked turkeys way before ovens were ever invented."
And, I want to tell you, that was the best, moistest turkey I've ever had! And the best Thanksgiving memory for me. I still have the wishbone from that turkey all glittered and hanging on my Christmas tree 15 years later. I lost my brother before the next Thanksgiving and every couple of Thanksgivings since I
throw the turkey out on the grill and it's like he's right there with me!