Our First Thanksgiving Turkey

Just because a woman is old enough to get married, does not necessarily mean that she knows how to cook.Up until now I was doing pretty good, holding my own so to
speak. And I will say that Dave never once complained about anything I cooked. I had done a little cooking at home with mom, but it was very little.

Well, Thanksgiving comes around and I have a little turkey and dressing to cook. I don't think I had a cookbook at the time. I knew that mom always tore up some bread the night before and let it dry out over night. I boiled the giblets and got them all cut up and kept the broth. I got this all put together with some sage,salt and pepper, oh I also put a few raw eggs in it (I don't know why, I guess I thought it was a good idea at the time). I put the dresssing inside the turkey and put it in our very small oven. After it was in there a couple hours it started smelling so good. I decided it was time to check on the bird! I opened the oven door, pulled the rack out, and the back of the rack flipped up. The roasting pan fell to the floor bird, dressing and all!!! I put my hands on my hips, looked at Dave and said, "well, what am I suppose to do now?" He was laughing as he walked across the room, picked up the roaster, picked up the turkey (with his hands) and put it back in the oven. It was a very delicious meal and we enjoyed every bite. And even though our memories fade as we get older, this is one Thanksgiving we will never forget.