deja vu all over again

"margaret suran" <[email hidden]> schrieb im Newsbeitrag
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Quoted message said:

Last year, about 48 hours before my Thanksgiving Dinner guests were expected,
I fell and broke my hip. Since two of my guests were neighbors who live in
this building, they graciously offered to cook everything I could not handle.
I accepted their kind offer gratefully.

I am having the same couple as guests later on today, with dinner scheduled
for four o'clock. I pre-heated the gas oven at 325 degrees and put the turkey
(in an old fashioned large roasting pan with a lid) at 12 o'clock noon. I
figured three hours plus for the bird to be done and half an hour of resting.

At ten minutes past twelve noon, there were a number of small explosions in
the oven. I went to the intercom and called the Handyman on duty.

After he looked and told me not to use the oven, I called my neighbors.

Somehow, it all seems so familiar.

I feel like such an old fool. :o(

Hm ? The oven failed, how can you be responsible for that ?

I hope all goes well and wish you a Happy Thanksgiving !

Cheers,

Michael Kuettner

margaret suran said:

Last year, about 48 hours before my Thanksgiving Dinner guests were
expected, I fell and broke my hip. Since two of my guests were
neighbors who live in this building, they graciously offered to cook
everything I could not handle. I accepted their kind offer gratefully.

Quoted message said:

At ten minutes past twelve noon, there were a number of small explosions
in the oven. I went to the intercom and called the Handyman on duty.

After he looked and told me not to use the oven, I called my neighbors.

Somehow, it all seems so familiar.

I feel like such an old fool. :o(

Not a chance! Old fool? Nonsense. You are a gracious host and a good
friend. It's not your fault that the Thanksgiving Curse has fallen upon
you twice in a row!

What's confusing me is what there is to "explode" in a gas oven.

If your friends will cook your turkey, there is nothing lost. Enjoy
their company and the day. Next year, consider letting someone else be
the host!

There was a wonderful quote in our paper today, attributed to Buddha:

"Let us rise up and be thankful, for if we didn't learn a lot today, at
least we learned a little, and if we didn't learn a little, at least we
didn't get sick, and if we got sick, at least we didn't die, so let us
all be thankful."

and, from Ecclesiastes 9-7:

"Go, eat your bread with joy, and drink your wine with a merry heart."

Happy Thanksgiving.

gloria p

Puester said:

margaret suran wrote:

Quoted message said:

Quoted message said:

I feel like such an old fool. :o(

Not a chance! Old fool? Nonsense. You are a gracious host and a good
friend. It's not your fault that the Thanksgiving Curse has fallen upon
you twice in a row!

What's confusing me is what there is to "explode" in a gas oven.

The cooking gas explodes. Perhaps a repairman will show up tomorrow and
fix whatever it is.

I had never heard of the Thanksgiving Curse. Woe is me!

Yes, my neighbors are cooking the turkey again and the mashed potatoes
and sweet potatoes, which they had volunteered to cook before my
personal disaster. Laura, next door, baked an apple cake.

I made the Cranberry Sauce, the Giblet Gravy, Mushroom Peas and Onions
and just put the Chopped Chicken Livers on a salad of Romaine Lettuce,
Tomatoes and Cucumbers on individual dishes.

My company is here! All three of them. Marcel is wending his way to
the dinette.

Happy Thanksgiving!

margaret suran said:

At ten minutes past twelve noon, there were a number of small explosions
in the oven. I went to the intercom and called the Handyman on duty.

After he looked and told me not to use the oven, I called my neighbors.

Somehow, it all seems so familiar.

I feel like such an old fool. :o(

No, Margaret! you're no fool. You're a wise woman who understands
that food will come and go, but friends and laughter will live
forever. Have them over, eat something that you put together from
the pantry, and laugh about it.

My darling James always says to me, "If this will be funny in ten
years, it's funny now."

Love and laughter to you, dear Margaret,

Serene

Oh pshaw, on Thu 22 Nov 2007 11:30:22a, margaret suran meant to say...

Quoted message said:

Last year, about 48 hours before my Thanksgiving Dinner guests were
expected, I fell and broke my hip. Since two of my guests were
neighbors who live in this building, they graciously offered to cook
everything I could not handle. I accepted their kind offer gratefully.

I am having the same couple as guests later on today, with dinner
scheduled for four o'clock. I pre-heated the gas oven at 325 degrees
and put the turkey (in an old fashioned large roasting pan with a lid)
at 12 o'clock noon. I figured three hours plus for the bird to be done
and half an hour of resting.

At ten minutes past twelve noon, there were a number of small explosions
in the oven. I went to the intercom and called the Handyman on duty.

After he looked and told me not to use the oven, I called my neighbors.

Somehow, it all seems so familiar.

I feel like such an old fool. :o(

Dear Margaret,

You're certainly no fool, and you certainly can't be held responsible for
that oven's behavior. You have wonderful and loving friends, and I know
that you take care of each other as situations arise.

Have a wonderful Thanksgiving, and feel good about yourself. Everyone else
does!

--
Wayne Boatwright

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In article <[email hidden]>,

Serene said:

My darling James always says to me, "If this will be funny in ten
years, it's funny now."

I understand the concept. Mine is a little different. When I have a
problem, or am trying to decide what to do, I just think, "How will I
think about this in 25 years ( or ten, given my present age)?". Lots of
times I realize that it just doesn't matter.

margaret suran said:

Puester said:

margaret suran wrote:

Quoted message said:

Quoted message said:

I feel like such an old fool. :o(

Not a chance! Old fool? Nonsense. You are a gracious host and a
good friend. It's not your fault that the Thanksgiving Curse has
fallen upon you twice in a row!

What's confusing me is what there is to "explode" in a gas oven.

The cooking gas explodes. Perhaps a repairman will show up tomorrow
and fix whatever it is.

I had never heard of the Thanksgiving Curse. Woe is me!

Yes, my neighbors are cooking the turkey again and the mashed potatoes
and sweet potatoes, which they had volunteered to cook before my
personal disaster. Laura, next door, baked an apple cake.

I made the Cranberry Sauce, the Giblet Gravy, Mushroom Peas and Onions
and just put the Chopped Chicken Livers on a salad of Romaine Lettuce,
Tomatoes and Cucumbers on individual dishes.

My company is here! All three of them. Marcel is wending his way to
the dinette.

Happy Thanksgiving!

I hope you had a good one, dear Margaret! :~)

kili

In article <[email hidden]>,

margaret suran said:

Last year, about 48 hours before my Thanksgiving Dinner guests were
expected, I fell and broke my hip. Since two of my guests were
neighbors who live in this building, they graciously offered to cook
everything I could not handle. I accepted their kind offer gratefully.

I am having the same couple as guests later on today, with dinner
scheduled for four o'clock. I pre-heated the gas oven at 325 degrees
and put the turkey (in an old fashioned large roasting pan with a lid)
at 12 o'clock noon. I figured three hours plus for the bird to be done
and half an hour of resting.

At ten minutes past twelve noon, there were a number of small explosions
in the oven. I went to the intercom and called the Handyman on duty.

After he looked and told me not to use the oven, I called my neighbors.

Somehow, it all seems so familiar.

I feel like such an old fool. :o(

No fool was cooking in your apartment yesterday, just an unfortunate
well-meaning hostess. That oven problem could have occurred, even to a
professional chef. I am sure that if the problem occurred to Julia Child
when she was cooking Thanksgiving dinner for friends, she would have
handled the situation like you did, by enlisting the help of friends.

I am sure you and Laura and Marcel had a wonderful evening together, and
that's what's what really counts.