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Embarrassing Thanksgiving Moments? (Let's get in the mood for turkey day!)

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markjrubin

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I was chatting to a friend today about how weird it's going to be celebrating Thanksgiving outside of America. Thinking about it, I remembered the story below. Do you have any like this?

I was a freshmen in college and was dating some psycho girl. We drove to my grandparent's lake house about two hours from Orlando. My grandparents, parents, aunts, uncles and siblings were all there. It was the first one that my sister took her now husband to. They'd only been dating for about 2 months. She's about 5'3" and 95 pounds and he's about 6'2" and 200 pounds or more. My sister was a vegetarian at the time. Someone asked him if he was a vegetarian also. He says, "No, but I eat a vegetarian." The whole room was stunned and my older brother and I just started cracking up and couldn't stop for a few minutes. I thought my grandmother was going to faint.

Mark
 
We have video of the feast (a few years ago), and we were passing the food around, and someone passed my sister the mashed potatoes, and I guess she couldn't find a place to put it, and she held that bowl of taters for a good 5 minutes. 😀
 
My MIL thinks that children should be forced to eat things they don't want to eat, and she bullied us into trying to make my then 5 year old daughter into eating squash.

My daughter has ALWAYS hated squash, and has ALWAYS had a very sensitive gag reflex.

😀 😀 😀 😀

Needless to say, my little darling puked all over the dining table. That's probably one of my fondest memories of those days...
 
Will you take a Christmas dinner story instead? Nothing exciting ever happens on Thanksgiving in our family.

When I was about 5, our family and my mom's sister's family were all at my Grandparents' for Christmas. After grace was said and everyone was served, my uncle asked his wife to pass the salt. As soon as she started to lift her fork, he asked for the pepper. After that, it was the bread. Every time, she would almost get a bite to eat when he would pop up with something else. Finally he asked for the butter (a stick of butter on an old-fashioned butter dish). She grabbed it, turned it over, and ground it into his palm. Last thing he asked for at that meal. 🙂
 
Originally posted by: Isla
My MIL thinks that children should be forced to eat things they don't want to eat, and she bullied us into trying to make my then 5 year old daughter into eating squash.

My daughter has ALWAYS hated squash, and has ALWAYS had a very sensitive gag reflex.

😀 😀 😀 😀

Needless to say, my little darling puked all over the dining table. That's probably one of my fondest memories of those days...
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Man, I wish SuperSix had a video of this.
 
Originally posted by: palad
Will you take a Christmas dinner story instead? Nothing exciting ever happens on Thanksgiving in our family.

When I was about 5, our family and my mom's sister's family were all at my Grandparents' for Christmas. After grace was said and everyone was served, my uncle asked his wife to pass the salt. As soon as she started to lift her fork, he asked for the pepper. After that, it was the bread. Every time, she would almost get a bite to eat when he would pop up with something else. Finally he asked for the butter (a stick of butter on an old-fashioned butter dish). She grabbed it, turned it over, and ground it into his palm. Last thing he asked for at that meal. 🙂
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😀 😀 😀

I've got a good Christmas one, too. It was my grandfather's last Christmas... he was 86 years old or so. He had taken to saying whatever he felt like saying in his old age, and if he didn't like you and you hadn't known it before, you would know it then!

His youngest son had married a woman whose 'breeding' was always considered a bit coarse. It's a Cuban society thing, as my grandfather was from Cuba and so was her parents. I never had a problem with her, but apparently my grandfather did.

So my grandfather says to her, as everyone prepares to sit down...

"What's that perfume you are wearing? Is is Eau De Puta?"

All she said was, "He's YOUR dad Gil, YOUR dad!"

Old people can be fun. 😛
 
My Thanksgiving story happened way back in the 80's.... probably about 85ish. We had all sat down to eat dinner and were passing all the dishes around. When my dad jokingly said, "hope there arent no lumps in these mashed potatoes or i'll have to fire the chef." Well, my mom being the chef, didnt like that statement very much. Next thing I knew, my sister and I were ducking as a huge bowl of mashed potatoes kinda made a boomerang fly-by ricochetted off the wall behind my dad and then flew and fell all over the floor in the kitchen. To this day my dad is afraid to even mention anything about burnt food or lumpy taters.
 
Originally posted by: TwinkleToes77
My Thanksgiving story happened way back in the 80's.... probably about 85ish. We had all sat down to eat dinner and were passing all the dishes around. When my dad jokingly said, "hope there arent no lumps in these mashed potatoes or i'll have to fire the chef." Well, my mom being the chef, didnt like that statement very much. Next thing I knew, my sister and I were ducking as a huge bowl of mashed potatoes kinda made a boomerang fly-by ricochetted off the wall behind my dad and then flew and fell all over the floor in the kitchen. To this day my dad is afraid to even mention anything about burnt food or lumpy taters.
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Remind me NOT to come over to your house for dinner.
 
One Thanksgiving, my family was at our cabin up north, MI and we were sitting by a fire, making s'mores. One of my aunts was toasting her marshmellow, needless to say, it started to burn. In an attempt to out the fire, my aunt frantically waved it back and forth in the air. After a few whips to and fro, the flaming marshmellow landed in my grandmas very hairsprayed hair. some of the hair was singed, but all in all, it was a priceless moment!
 
Originally posted by: markjrubin
Originally posted by: TwinkleToes77
My Thanksgiving story happened way back in the 80's.... probably about 85ish. We had all sat down to eat dinner and were passing all the dishes around. When my dad jokingly said, "hope there arent no lumps in these mashed potatoes or i'll have to fire the chef." Well, my mom being the chef, didnt like that statement very much. Next thing I knew, my sister and I were ducking as a huge bowl of mashed potatoes kinda made a boomerang fly-by ricochetted off the wall behind my dad and then flew and fell all over the floor in the kitchen. To this day my dad is afraid to even mention anything about burnt food or lumpy taters.
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Remind me NOT to come over to your house for dinner.
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Oh well, now im all grown up and dont live at home. Although my mom is flying up here thursday to give me a thanksgiving dinner, since ours was in october. I'll have to make the tatoes
 
Originally posted by: Isla
My MIL thinks that children should be forced to eat things they don't want to eat, and she bullied us into trying to make my then 5 year old daughter into eating squash.

My daughter has ALWAYS hated squash, and has ALWAYS had a very sensitive gag reflex.

😀 😀 😀 😀

Needless to say, my little darling puked all over the dining table. That's probably one of my fondest memories of those days...
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Thanksgiving and Christmas dinners are the two that we let the kids get/eat what they want...

Although my son has gagged trying to swallow spinach! 😀
 
Originally posted by: ActPrincess
One Thanksgiving, my family was at our cabin up north, MI and we were sitting by a fire, making s'mores. One of my aunts was toasting her marshmellow, needless to say, it started to burn. In an attempt to out the fire, my aunt frantically waved it back and forth in the air. After a few whips to and fro, the flaming marshmellow landed in my grandmas very hairsprayed hair. some of the hair was singed, but all in all, it was a priceless moment!
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Lucky her hair did not go up like the Hindenburg 😉

Ausm
 
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