You won't believe it.....

 Listen....y'all are not even going to believe the story I have for you all today.  I started not to post this because I didn't want to look like some kind of helpless woman who can not cook....   Here goes....if you all will allow me just two quick stories....One happened yesterday and the other a few years ago.   

When it comes to making dressing, I have always been a little intimidated...  first of all....my mother made the best dressing ever, and then my sister-in-law makes dressing very similar to my moms.  Always so good.  

This year....I was determined to make the dressing and I just knew I could perhaps come pretty close to matching my moms.  

Let me tell you.....I fixed two pans of the best looking dressing that I have ever made.  

And here is where a "forever memory" will always be with the family...

As you all know, Sam has a huge lemon tree in the greenhouse and it usually yields around 60 big lemons a year.  No exception this year...

This summer, I squeezed all of the lemons and had a huge amount of lemon juice.  I put it in bags and froze it.   I also had some Turkey stock in the freezer NEXT to the lemon juice.  

You know where I'm going with this don't you??

Yep.....I added the thawed LEMON JUICE to my cornbread dressing.  What I thought was broth, was not broth.  Oh my goodness.....I baked the prettiest Lemon Southern Cornbread you could have ever asked for... IT TASTED TERRIBLE!!!!

Thank goodness, I realized it when I tasted the giblet gravy..  Yep...it too tasted like lemon juice.  

What did I do!!  I almost had a melt down and almost cried.    BUT.....I gathered my thoughts and took a few deep breaths.   I then realized that everything would be ok, because when I picked up my Ham on Wednesday...the place also gave me a pan of cooked dressing.  What??   Let me tell you, the Lord was watching over me!!  He provided for the mistake I made.  I quickly opened a couple of cans of Cream of chicken soup, added a can of cream of mushroom soup, some half and half cream, salt and pepper.....Wah La.....  I had gravy!!  Not the same as giblet gravy with the boiled eggs and such....but it was a gravy.  

My brother had just come in when I noticed the lemon taste.   I told him what I had done and I wasn't sure if he wanted to laugh or if he really felt bad for me.   

One by one, I let the family taste the dressing (before throwing it out) and oh the look on their faces.  They didn't want to hurt my feelings about how bad it tasted, but they didn't want to say it was good either.  We laughed and laughed.  

This ranks pretty close race with another Thanksgiving story...... another  memory our family had on Thanksgiving Day about 6 years ago.  

Our second grandson is a type 1 diabetic.  He was standing in the kitchen near the kitchen sink and I was fixing to take the turkey out of the oven..  Several of us were in the kitchen talking and then suddenly, Tucker just passed out.  He fell on me....which I was glad that I broke his fall....BUT, by this time, I  had the turkey in my hands and of course, it dropped to the ground...   Tucker is a big 6'3" guy and when he fell on me, my leg bent the wrong way and I could barely walk for a few minutes there.  

So.....we had Tucker passed out, the turkey on the floor, and I couldn't walk.  Then to top it all off....when Tuck fell, his belt or belt loop got hung on my cabinet door handle, which caused the door to break completely in half.  Had to have a new cabinet door made and installed...

I promise....this is all true!!  No one could possibly make up stories like this.  This is when southerners would say "Bless your Pea pickin' heart."

Am I the only one that has stories such as these?  Are we (my family) the only semi-dysfunctional  family group at Thanksgiving?  

We all just laugh and make jokes about our happenings for many years down the line.  

We always know when one of us say's "Remember When" that there is a big story behind those words.   Oh geez....how fun life can be....  

Hope you all enjoyed a wonderful Thanksgiving...

Shug