Last Thanksgiving, my husband and I drove to Bellingham, Wash., to spend the holiday with our daughter, her husband, our 3-year-old granddaughter and our two granddogs, Petey and Darby.
Soon after our arrival, we made a trip to the grocery store to purchase all of the fixings for Thanksgiving dinner, most importantly, the turkey.
When we got home, we put the turkey into the fridge for a slow "thaw."
The next day, we all decided to go out shopping, sight-seeing, etc. Before we left, I checked on the turkey in the fridge, and it didn't seem to be thawing very fast, so I put it in a grocery bag and set it in the garage.
In all the commotion of getting everyone ready to go, I hadn't realized that Petey and Darby had been locked in the garage with the turkey.
After a wonderful day with our family, we returned home, opened the garage door and were greeted with a "naked" turkey, both of its wings missing from the elbow up, sitting straight up at attention at the front of the garage. Some of the skin around the cavity was also missing, and the ends of the drumsticks were chewed up.
We were all stunned at this sight, and all we could do was laugh hysterically.
When we finally stopped laughing, I realized that it was too late to buy another turkey and have it thawed before Thanksgiving, which was the next day. So, we cleaned the turkey as best we could, put it into a cooler and covered it with brine to soak it overnight - we were going to eat this turkey!
I hadn't been feeling well and thought I was coming down with a cold, so all of this "to-do" really stressed me out.
Well, the next morning, Thanksgiving Day, I woke up, and both my eyes were glued shut and I was miserable.
My daughter immediately got me into the car, and we went to the emergency room where, after a three-hour wait, I was diagnosed with pink eye and was given a prescription for eye drops.
After stopping at the drug store to fill my prescription, we finally returned home around 2 p.m. and still had to get the turkey in the oven. We worked as quickly as we could to get the dressing made and stuff the turkey.
Since the dogs had eaten most of the skin around the cavity, my husband had to do some skin grafting. He cut the skin from around the turkey's neck and secured it over the dressing in the cavity with lots of skewers.
Again, we all laughed hysterically at the sight of this pathetic turkey.
We didn't eat until 7:30 that Thanksgiving night, but the turkey was delicious and we will never forget our Thanksgiving together in 2007.
- Terri Devitt