Thanksgiving cooking blunders

Please tell me that I'm not the only one who is juggling so many things to prepare for the perfect Thanksgiving feast, that a significant ingredient is inadvertently omitted. I just took a pecan pie out of the oven and thought that something didn't seem right. Then it occurred to me that I left out the Karo syrup. Oops! So now I need to make another one, and I put a fork into it to taste it. It wasn't really that bad, quite a bit more eggy, and obviously not as sweet. With pecan pie, that's kind of a good thing. If you ever want to cut back on the sweetness of one of these classic pies, I recommend leaving out some of the sugary Karo syrup. Happy cooking!

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Jessica said…

I got out of making my own Thanksgiving dinner again this year but I'm sure the blunders will be flowing next year! As a girl, I do remember that my mom left the stuffing in the oven to stay warm and we didn't find it until we were doing the dishes. :) Of course that was before I really enjoyed stuffing. Good luck and we miss you!

November 25, 2009 6:41 PM

Julie V. said…

lol. I hope the rest of the cooking goes better for you.

November 26, 2009 8:21 AM

Aimee said…

That's not as bad as my brother-in-law. He thought the powdered sugar was flour and made gravy with it. He couldn't figure out why the gravy tasted so sweet and it wouldn't thicken up!

November 27, 2009 10:06 PM

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