My husband and I were engaged, and our marriage was planned June 24 in Miami. Our parents had not met, so my parents invited his to our home to celebrate our first Thanksgiving together.
Reservations arose as my mother wasn’t known for her culinary skills. However, how much could go wrong baking a turkey? As the turkey baked, an odd smell arose. Somewhere about 5ish, food was completed, the doorbell rang and in came my husband’s parents. The first thing my future father-in-law uttered was, what’s that terrible stink?
We looked around and I opened the oven to find that my mother wanted to dry her girdle quickly. She placed it in the oven and forgot it was there when she began cooking the turkey.
The awful smell permeated all the food, but polite as we were we ate without grumbling. Never did a Thanksgiving go by without reminding my mother of her Thanksgiving blunder.
Lynnia Abrams Rosen, North Miami