“Did you take this out of the fireplace?”
“It tastes like you crushed some Virginia Slims in it.”
Jennifer just ran to the bathroom to spit it out.
These were just a few of the reactions to the burnt stuffing my sister brought over to my house on Thanksgiving. Have you ever cooked something that just really bombed? Such was the case with Kiki’s stuffing. (Kiki is my sister Karen’s nickname.) However, this Thanksgiving tragedy quickly turned into comedy. All day long we cracked jokes about this smoky sidedish. My brother-in-law(Kiki’s husband) assured us that he was going to chuck the whole pot out the window as they drove over a particular bridge on their way home. You might think we’re weird, but this really created a great Thanksgiving memory that none of us present will ever forget. Everything else my sister made was wonderful. She cooked a moist turkey with delicious gravy, sensational sweet potatoes and a cherry cheesecake. I took a picture of Karen with a mournful look posing next to her “pot of death”, but alas, I haven’t figured out how to upload things off my new digital onto the computer. (I’m somewhat technically challenged.) Before I went to bed, I just had to write a little something in remembrance of the smoked stuffing.
Tribute To Smoked Stuffing
First I thought everyone was just bluffin’
’bout the burntness of poor Kiki’s stuffin’
but I found ’twas no joke
for it tasted like smoke
left the whole family huffin’ and puffin’!
Here is the picture I mentioned of my dear sister lamenting over her stuffing. Is your heart sympathetic?