It was either my first or second Christmas over at Mr’s family. Let’s admit that there’s a lot of pressure to perform as a ‘daughter in law’ (we aren’t married so I’m not legally a daughter in law, but you know what I mean). I don’t cook well when I’m under pressure or when I’m in someone else’s kitchen so I should have foreseen the disaster that was yet to come.
It started off with a turducken. It’s a chicken, stuffed in a duck, stuffed in a turkey, which was recently introduced to South African stores at the time and we wanted to be fancy and buy this wretched thing to cook for Christmas lunch. So we did and I had every intention on cooking it to perfection. Only problem is that my ‘mother in law’ has no oven so I had to use the tiny circular convection oven we bought her for Christmas to cook this thing.
So I woke up early, read the instructions and put this bastardised fowl into the convection oven and let it cook. I imagined how happy everyone would be once I served it and how delicious it would be. I basically built up some castle in the sky to the tune of “Oh! Our daughter in law is so lovely. She cooks so well! She’s the best”. Yeah no, there was none of that.
It cooked for five, six, seven hours until we couldn’t take it anymore and carved the damn thing…
It was RAW.
I could die.
I don’t even know what we ate that Christmas. I was so embarrassed. All I wanted to do was impress my ‘in laws’. So I get a little bit of anxiety every time we go there over the holidays, because of this experience. I don’t think they have any faith in my cooking abilities at all.
So that’s how I ruined Christmas. Do you have any holiday horror stories to share? Let me know by commenting below!
Love and Blessings,