A couple of years ago, my grandmother cooked a Christmas turkey all day long for the 10-15 people who come to our house each year.
When it came time to eat and take the bird out, we realized that she had forgotten to turn the oven on, and had all the trimmings without the turkey.
I am reminded of this story today as she went to put a pie in the oven for tommorow.
With the house smelling like a combination of burnt rubber and smoldering paper, we opened the oven door to find that she was cooking a bag of cat food for this years dinner.
God Bless the cook:)