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 Staff Blog: The Wonder TimesWondertime staffers share their experience with big issues of the day
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October 13, 2008
Letters We Love
 Just one of the many things we are grateful for here at Wondertime is the amount of really thoughtful reader mail that comes in to our editorial offices (some of which you can find in the Traditions section of the magazine every month). We get some raves, some rants, lots of suggestions, and more often than not some pretty amazing and hilarious stories. One that we want to share with you this month runs the gamut from run-of-the-mill holiday stress (the future in-laws meeting the future in-laws) to a serious kitchen debacle (turkeys can't fly). We hope this letter entertains you as much as it did us. If you have your own stories of turkey tragedy, or other Thanksgiving stories feel free to share them in the comment fields below. And as always, please keep those letters coming! "The first time my boyfriend (who would later become my husband) introduced his mother to my parents was when she came to dinner at my parents for the holidays. My mother had been working all day cooking and was worrying about everything from how clean her house was to how well the table was set and that everyone was comfortable. When everything was prepared, my mother called for someone to help her in the kitchen and my boyfriend and I both went to help and found her wrestling a huge turkey out of the oven. My boyfriend helped successfully transfer the enormous, beautiful cooked turkey to the platter. But, as my mother picked up the platter, the bird (slick with drippings) slid right off the platter with an unceremonious plop on the kitchen floor. The three of us stood around it for a few moments, the tender turkey now having entirely fallen to pieces on the floor, not knowing what to do. Without more than a backward glance to be sure we were the only ones that had seen, in a way that was entirely out of character for her, my mother said, 'Well, good thing I scrubbed the floor this morning' and scooped it right back on the platter. My mother proceeded to call everyone to dinner and then brought in the turkey (that now looked as if it had been through a minor war in the kitchen) and with a smile as if all turkeys were meant to look this way, set it down in the center of the table. As she took her seat, my boyfriend and I exchanged glances and bit our lips to hide our smiles as everyone stopped talking and simply stared at the mess of it for a moment. Suddenly my father looked at my mother and said – 'What did you do to it?? Drop it??' and suddenly the three of us couldn't help it and just howled with laughter!! As everyone slowly realized what happened, we all laughed -- but we ate it anyways and it tasted wonderful. After all the floor HAD just been cleaned!"   Post a comment
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