So I'm in charge of the turkey. I put it in the oven at 500 degrees for the first 30 minutes to brown the skin. The idea was to turn it down to 350 degrees and cook til done. Right after I put it in, I get a call and have to go pick up a friend who is coming over to celebrate with us. I tell her I need to go out, and that she needs to turn down the oven in 30 minutes. I even set the kitchen timer to remind her. Just as I'm walking out the door, the phone rings and she starts happily chatting with her brother.
I return home 2 hours later and as soon as I open the front door, the smell of burning turkey hits me like a ton of bricks.
Needless to say, the oven is still at 500 degrees and the turkey is burnt to a crisp on the outside and raw in the middle.
Luckily we had lots of other stuff to eat.
Of course, I had to act like it was no big deal, that I completely understood how the ONE thing she was in charge of for the Thanksgiving meal was just too much to keep track of and that I didn't mind a bit.
She said she talked to her brother for an hour and didn't hear the timer go off.
I guess there's always next year.
I was really looking forward to that turkey though.