Clothier- Your Thanksgiving dinner reminds me of our recent Easter dinner. My grandmother had decided that we should have the meal at her house. She is not the best cook in the world (unlike others, I have not learned a damn thing food related from my grandma except how not to do things). She has prefaced this by saying she wanted to cook everything and my mother could bring the deviled eggs and she "allowed" me to make dessert. After grilling her, she said that she was "making" those brown and serve rolls so I insisted on baking some bread. When we got to her house (at the preset time) she was running around like a chicken with her head cut off. The meal consisted of the Honey Baked Ham store's Roasted Turkey Breast, which she managed to render into plastic by putting the damn thing in the oven and forgetting about it. On the side was canned cranberry sauce (this is Easter right?) that was still in it's cylindrical shape. Also served was "homemade" stuffing, which was StoveTop (I saw the box in the trash). The gravy that she insisted everyone put on the stuffing was a combination of two jars of Heinz gravy (regular and fat free). She then stood over everyone as they ate, insisting that they were not eating enough and asking what she had done wrong (I remained silent). Oh, I almost forgot, my father is not a fan of turkey so she made him ham. She opened a can of processed ham (glorified Spam) and burned it in the toaster oven. Needless to say I had a half a slice of turkey and a hard boiled egg from an earlier Easter Egg hunt for dinner. Dessert turned out great though, a cinnamon cheesecake with Ceylon, China Cassia, and Vietnamese Cassia cinnamon. Bread was a greek easter bread with Mahlab. As for my own dinner party disasters, once I was serving Thomas Kellers "Pot au Feu" from The French Laundry Cookbook to the same family my sister and brother in law (both 27) refused to eat the weird white vegetables on their plate (turnips!). They wouldn't even try them. Meanwhile, their son, my seven year old nephew tried every bit on his plate. Even my 1 1/2 year old neice was stealing away the bread that had been spread with roasted bone marrow. Yet my sister and brother in law's plates remained rather full. It was infuriating to go through all that work and realize that they would have eaten more at McDonald's. I had to tell them that the creme fraiche sauce that was served with dessert was kind of like "heavy cream and sour cream" otherwise they wouldn't have eaten it (they don't like french food??). Okay, so my situation is not all that bad, but it feels good to rant to those that understand the situation! Shannon