The Thanksgiving Dinner That Almost Wasn't

I’m a compulsive list-keeper and I had my pre-Thanksgiving Day “to-do’s” all checked off.  My day-of-Thanksgiving list also was looking good.

Out-of-towners:  All here:

Well-worn page in a Julia Child cookbook, documenting the size and cooking time of all past Thanksgiving turkeys:  Checked and time turkey goes into oven determined

The have-to-make-the-morning-of-Thanksgiving dessert:  Done

Peter’s assignment (the sweet potato casserole):  Underway 

And that’s when things started to deteriorate. The sweet potatoes were cooking in the microwave.  Suddenly, the microwave quit.  Just a thrown circuit breaker, we thought, because everything but the microwave and the stove was still working.

Except that no circuit breaker was thrown. 

Cooking without a stove was not on my check-list.  We called electricians who didn’t answer.  We tried the electric company.  They only wanted to know about power outages.  The cell phones of now-alerted guests started Googling and calling.  Around noon, Jeremy found an electrician who actually answered the phone.  But he was in the middle of his family’s Thanksgiving dinner. Nonetheless, he talked us through some tricks with the circuit breakers over the phone.  Nothing worked. 

Just as we were anticipating a desserts-only Thanksgiving Dinner, the electrician called back.  He said, “Give me some time and I’ll come over.  I hate to think of your ruined Thanksgiving.”  An hour later, he was here.

It turns out that we have a very big problem involving some burned out wires that I wouldn’t explain, even if I could. Our new hero, here for an hour of his Thanksgiving, managed to make a temporary fix and got us a working stove.

Thanksgiving dinner was later than planned.  But my last-minute entry to our Grateful Jar said it all—“We are grateful to John the electrician for giving us back Thanksgiving.”





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The memories of your Thanksgiving will last forever. It's the mistakes, unplanned moments and fiascos that make life more memorable. I remember when the heater died on Thanksgiving and my in-laws were visiting. No repairmen were available and it was in the high 30's, cold for San Francisco! We all went to bed early and somehow kept warm!

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