tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723124266752750306.post7471399447595435194..comments2023-07-26T03:02:44.055-07:00Comments on ANWA Founder & Friends: And Now, For Something Different . . . Cold TurkeyMarsha Wardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15389060049107102815noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723124266752750306.post-27143239627972198412007-11-20T20:32:00.000-07:002007-11-20T20:32:00.000-07:00Oh, and by the way Marsha, I too was worried about...Oh, and by the way Marsha, I too was worried about how you managed to save Thanksgiving. I like slow cooking mine too.Betsy Lovehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08761906705109351847noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723124266752750306.post-13066385337498095762007-11-20T20:31:00.000-07:002007-11-20T20:31:00.000-07:00Oh, Kari...that is too funny! I cleaned my oven on...Oh, Kari...that is too funny! I cleaned my oven one night and the smell and smoke was so bad we all slept out on the trampoline for the rest of the night. My kids even had friends over to spend the night...kind of interesting with 9 people on a trampoline. Needless to say, we didn't get much sleep, but we had a lot of fun.Betsy Lovehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08761906705109351847noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723124266752750306.post-32169808458321405492007-11-19T10:59:00.000-07:002007-11-19T10:59:00.000-07:00Hahahaha! You ladies make me crack up.Remember, th...Hahahaha! You ladies make me crack up.<BR/><BR/>Remember, this was only midnight. I turned the temperature dial on (albeit a bit higher than the 250 degrees I normally set it to) and the turkey cooked during the rest of the night.<BR/><BR/>Thanksgiving Dinner was saved!Marsha Wardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15389060049107102815noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723124266752750306.post-62785148896097432862007-11-19T10:48:00.000-07:002007-11-19T10:48:00.000-07:00You're funny, Marsha. What did you do?Our foster d...You're funny, Marsha. What did you do?<BR/><BR/>Our foster daughter called us one Thanksgiving after she cooked her first turkey. It was her turn to host the dinner for her husband's family. She was excited because she had seen me roast turkey's many times and knew "exactly" what to do. I always use oven bags, and she loved the easy cooking and cleanup...except as her turkey baked, the house filled with acrid fumes. Yeah...she used a regular plastic bag to cook the bird in. She never noticed I used "special" oven bags. They had to go out to eat because the house was unbearable for a number of hours.Kari Pikehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13855609339118198399noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723124266752750306.post-64563659186356395332007-11-19T09:45:00.000-07:002007-11-19T09:45:00.000-07:00OK, Marsha, and then what did you do? You've neve...OK, Marsha, and then what did you do? You've never left me cliff-hanging quite so uncertainly before, even at the end of a gripping chapter, because I could always sneak a look at the next one. Pretty clever. Maybe you're just checking to see how many read the blob.<BR/><BR/>By the way, my daughter had new ovens installed that are so push-button that I am never quite sure how to operate it. I've put things in to bake that never made it--until Kat came to the rescue. I can empathize, but who came to your rescue?Anna Arnetthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09882034663742937010noreply@blogger.com