“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’!
EDIT
Here is the picture I mentioned of my dear sister lamenting over her stuffing. Is your heart sympathetic?
Write At Home 
Sissy, We did have a delicious Thanksgiving meal and a wonderful gut-wrenching time of laughter over the burnt stuffing that did my soul good. A most memorable time we all had together! When we got home late last night, the kitchen reeked of that burnt stuffing smell! I sprayed air freshener, but alas the smell still existed even this morning! The good thing about all of this is that I am throwing away the 28-year old pot that I cooked the stuffing in, and am getting a brand new one! Thanks for having us over. We had a great time!
Love ya, Keek
Hey Keek. That’s great that you’re getting a new pot. There is a blessing even in our burnt offerings! 🙂
Loved your poem!! Your story made me laugh. That is the memories that are made to keep! You’ll laugh over “the burnt offering” for years to come, I’m sure! Family “fun” times are the best! Sounds like you had a wonderful and funny Thanksgiving Day!
LOL! I will have to remember this when I see Karen at Ladies Conference. I’m glad you had a great time. Blessings to you all.
Too funny!!!
When my brother, as a child, used to poke his lip out and pout, my Dad threatened to buy a canary to sit on it. I don’t know why that was funny, but it always changed a pout to a laugh.
Your poem is a hoot.
Wish you could meet my family, Helen. They are all a hoot.
UH, the meal I had on Thanksgiving (in particular the stuffing) was absolutely scrumptious. No thoughts of burnt offerings or such. Just savory succulence. HAW! Now about that suitcase I left at the airport . . . . Well, we won’t go there.
Uh yes. Let’s not go there. LOL
Mom laughed at the limerick. Good one!
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I just wanted to share a memory of our most comical Thanksgiving which took place almost 9 years ago. My sister is actually making the stuffing again this year. We’ll see if history repeats itself.