Stop 1 on the Turkey Train

Today was our first Thanksgiving dinner of the season. We do Thanksgiving at my parents' house on Wednesday, which allows us to go to Josh's family Thanksgiving on Thursday without any conflicts. We began our journey north to Wisconsin this afternoon, continuing on with a stop in Peoria tomorrow.

There was great excitement during this, Emmie's first Turkey Day: the fire department almost joined us for dinner. There was a (minor) kitchen fire during the preparation. One minute I was grabbing something from my bag in the other room and the next I hear a huge commotion and my mom screaming, "Dave! Dave you started it on fire! No, not there. Just put it down!"

Appparently the disposable pan in which my mom was roasting the turkey had a hole in it. That allowed the grease to drip out and onto the bottom of the stove, where it started smoking and eventually caught fire. When my dad tried to put it out, the towel caught fire and all hell broke loose.

Luckily, the turkey was safe. Oh, and my dad was fine, too. Although my first instinct was to yell, "Stop, drop and roll!" Not so much useful in this scenario, but good to know my instincts will be spot on if I ever catch on fire myself.