Bizarre Thanksgiving gatherings

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My grandma lost a fake nail in the stuffing one year followed by a used band aid the next year. She's not allowed to make stuffing anymore.

My weirdest Thanksgiving was the first one my husband and I hosted. No riots, no arguments. A food disaster though...here's my tale...

I had the thought to make homemade bread for our first Thanksgiving with the breadmaker I'd gotten as a wedding gift 2 years prior. As my husband's family likes garlic, I decided to make a garlic bread loaf. I also was a pretty novice cook at that point, and followed recipes exactly. Again, not a very good cook, so I didn't completely understand portions of certain foods (measuring spoons and cups were fine though). So I go about making the bread and other items for the big day. My house smelled of turkey, potatoes, and garlic. All was good in my mind. So fast forward to later that day and we start eating. Everyone was commenting that the bread was good, but very garlicky. My mother-in-law asked me how much garlic I'd put in, and I told her two cloves, just as the recipe stated, and that I had one clove left of the 3-pack. Her reaction was "Oh no. Can you show me?" So I pulled (what I thought was 1 clove) it out of the fridge, and she said "That's a head of garlic" Turns out I'd put in 32 cloves....OOPS! So my father-in-law said next time just use one head, and for several holidays after that (until my breadmaker died) I'd make my "mistake" garlic bread.

Our Thanksgivings are always bizarre. We're not allowed to have turkey because Mom can't stand it. Therefore we either settle for standing rib roast, forage for leftovers or fast.

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novio50 wrote: »

Dinner with my wife's family for the first time while were dating was a little awkward. New people, new place, but the food I knew would be great. I always bring a can of cranberry sauce whenever I visit a house for thanksgiving because I love it so and I don't want to eat all of someone else's cranberry sauce. So As I we sat together, all 10 of us right after prayer, I slapped my can on the table to commence to add it to my dressing. At that point, everyone noticed that there was no "sharable" cranberry sauce. Everyone looked at me and my then girlfriend at the time, wife now asked me if I would share my cranberry sauce....I politely declined and her grandmother's boyfriend had to run out and get a can of cranberry sauce. He was so pissed! But....needless to say, he never forgot cranberry sauce again and I still take a can with me wherever I go!

You wouldn't share your cranberry sauce? I'd be pissed too lol.

I have completely normal, non eventful Thanksgivings every year. Here's to tiny families who have the same political views!

My husband grew up without ever having turkey as Thanksgiving. His mother, refused to eat any sort of poultry. He never had chicken growing up either, except when his mother was traveling (once a year), then he and his dad would go to KFC. Now that we are married, I make a large Turkey and all the sides. His mom can eat what she likes.

My family is pretty chill. We used to go to my grandma's house but she has dementia and can't cook anymore so it just became too much to have it there. My dad dislikes his siblings so they all go off and do their own thing. My mom's parents live a few hours away and come down every year. We watch the parade and cook all day only for me and my mom to get pissed off cause the kitchen is hot and we're the only ones cooking and we don't have a dishwasher so that's a *kitten*. Eat everything within 20 minutes. Then naps. Then we watch A Christmas Story and eat some more. My BIL loves having Thanksgiving at our house because his family is Italian and loud. I do kinda miss having it at my grandma's house as it's usually fun and no arguing, but I doubt it'll ever happen again.