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<p>One year we hosted Thanksgiving dinner at our house. We were expecting about eight guests so we were cooking a very large bird. The turkey was placed in the oven in the early afternoon and I didn’t bother eating most of the day in order to get my fill during dinner. With my stomach rumbling for the better portion of the day, I was anticipating the succulent taste of roast turkey judging by the aroma that was assaulting my nostrils.</p>
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<p>The guests started arriving within the hour the bird was due out of the oven and drinks were distributed. Most everyone commented on the delicious smell that was originating from the kitchen. I was nearly rabid with hunger and kept stealing into the kitchen to find a stray olive or celery stick.</p>
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<p>Finally it was time to retreive the bird from the oven. By this time, most everyone was feeling the tug of hunger and they jostled for position in the kitchen doorway to gain a better view of the magnificent beast. I lifted the turkey out of the roasting pan and laid it on the serving plate. It was a thing of beauty. Cooked to perfection.</p>
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<p>I grabbed the carving knife and leaned forward to get a better angle on the turkey. As I leaned forward, a large amount of drool slid out of my mouth and landed directly on top of the turkey. Now, I’m not talking a little drool, it was the "Niagara Falls" of all drools. It was a gusher.</p>
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<p>I quickly, and noisily, sucked back up into my mouth what I could, but the damage had been done…there was no going back. I quickly looked towards the doorway with hopes that maybe, just maybe, no one noticed what had just happened. But with one look at their faces it was clearly obvious that they indeed had. I snatched a towel that was sitting on the table and made a vain attempt at wiping the saliva off the turkey but only managed to spread it around.</p>
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<p>I looked at the ashen faces in the doorway and knew there was no way to cover this up. I carried on carving the turkey as if nothing had happened while one by one, everyone left the kitchen.</p>
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<p>During dinner, talk was limited to asking for certain items on the table. No one spoke of the incident at all. Everyone poked with what was on their plates as if it were laced with cyanide....but they all ate it. Copious amounts of alcohol were consumed to help see them through dinner.</p>
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<p>Funny, no one wanted seconds.
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<p>One year we hosted Thanksgiving dinner at our house. We were expecting about eight guests so we were cooking a very large bird. The turkey was placed in the oven in the early afternoon and I didn’t bother eating most of the day in order to get my fill during dinner. With my stomach rumbling for the better portion of the day, I was anticipating the succulent taste of roast turkey judging by the aroma that was assaulting my nostrils.</p>
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<p>The guests started arriving within the hour the bird was due out of the oven and drinks were distributed. Most everyone commented on the delicious smell that was originating from the kitchen. I was nearly rabid with hunger and kept stealing into the kitchen to find a stray olive or celery stick.</p>
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<p>Finally it was time to retreive the bird from the oven. By this time, most everyone was feeling the tug of hunger and they jostled for position in the kitchen doorway to gain a better view of the magnificent beast. I lifted the turkey out of the roasting pan and laid it on the serving plate. It was a thing of beauty. Cooked to perfection.</p>
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<p>I grabbed the carving knife and leaned forward to get a better angle on the turkey. As I leaned forward, a large amount of drool slid out of my mouth and landed directly on top of the turkey. Now, I’m not talking a little drool, it was the "Niagara Falls" of all drools. It was a gusher.</p>
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<p>I quickly, and noisily, sucked back up into my mouth what I could, but the damage had been done…there was no going back. I quickly looked towards the doorway with hopes that maybe, just maybe, no one noticed what had just happened. But with one look at their faces it was clearly obvious that they indeed had. I snatched a towel that was sitting on the table and made a vain attempt at wiping the saliva off the turkey but only managed to spread it around.</p>
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<p>I looked at the ashen faces in the doorway and knew there was no way to cover this up. I carried on carving the turkey as if nothing had happened while one by one, everyone left the kitchen.</p>
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<p>During dinner, talk was limited to asking for certain items on the table. No one spoke of the incident at all. Everyone poked with what was on their plates as if it were laced with cyanide....but they all ate it. Copious amounts of alcohol were consumed to help see them through dinner.</p>
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<p>Funny, no one wanted seconds.
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