Hell-Bent on Tradition
“One year, we thawed our family turkey by floating it in a foil pan in our indoor pool. That same year, the oven burst into flames and trashed the kitchen. Undaunted and hell-bent on tradition, we ended up taking the individual dishes to several different neighbors’ houses to finish off, then we brought it all home to our beautifully decorated (and smoky) house for the meal. I don’t know how my mother handled it. I would’ve just gone out to dinner or ordered pizza!”
