[Bloody Sam Roberts]

[Brother Cracker]

[bgill]

That reminds me of the retired neighbor, an odd bird herself, decided for the first time in her life to fry a chicken. She had no clue what to do with a whole chicken so asked my grandfather. He told her to first draw and quarter it and he'd be over in a few minutes to help fry it. When he got over there, always the gentleman, he didn't crack a smile but proceeded to cut the chicken while carefully studying her drawing of the chicken with a cross through it.

My turkey triumph - One year, I forgot we didn’t have an oven at the old home place so I had to throw the turkey into the microwave. Thankfully, the microwave was large (ha, last week, after daily use, it died after 35 years! Well, it didn’t die, the door latch broke.). It was the best turkey and the family still talks about it.

My turkey disaster - Not a disaster but a had to be there funny. One year I searched and searched the turkey looking for the packet of giblets. Everyone was laughing at me throwing a fit because it just wasn't to be found. We wuz robbed! No giblet gravy! Of course, when I was carving it at the table, guess what falls out. Every year now someone has be ask if I found the giblets.

[WhyisaTexasgirlinPA]

That made me laugh!