Hippie Thanksgiving

Write about your most epic baking or cooking fail.

I accidentally gave my husband food poisoning.

It’s kind of a long story.

In the 90s, before it was a thing, I found a farm that had free range turkeys for thanksgiving. I was all about eating food that was raised kindly. I wanted a turkey that had a good life. I joined a co-op organic garden that played Mozart over loud speakers to the fields of vegetables around this same time.

No one else in the co-op showed up. It was all pretty experimental back then so we had the whole garden to ourselves. Me, my little family, the farmers and Mozart. It was lovely.

The turkey came from a neighboring farm. I did what I saw my mother do all the thanksgivings of my life. I prepared the stuffing, stuffed the turkey and roasted it for the suggested time. There was left over stuffing I put in a dish and cooked separately.

Did you guess that the stuffing did not heat up enough even though the rest was cooked perfectly? No one but my husband ate the stuffing from inside. He was super sick and blamed me, the happy turkey and my hippie ideas forever after. I’m pretty sure I talked him into being a vegetarian before the following Thanksgiving!