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I have to admit, I don't cook Thanksgiving dinner. I leave that to my mom or my mother-in-law. But one year I decided to give it a shot. And though I might be biased, I think it came out pretty good. Turkey, stuffing, vegetables. Except the gravy. I've never made turkey gravy. To be honest, I don't really like it. But my family does, so I stirred the drippings and followed the recipe and made what seemed like a decent-tasting gravy. Only problem was it wouldn't thicken. So I added flour and stirred, added more flour and stirred and added more flour and stirred. Finally, it looked like gravy - smooth, lump-free, perfect texture. I poured it into my gravy boat - its first use! - and put it on the table. A few minutes later, when we sat down to dinner, I proudly passed the gravy to my husband. Who tilted the gravy boat and ... nothing. I knew gravy thickened slightly when cooled. Mine turned to cement.

Of course, nobody remembers all the stuff I didn't screw up that year. And I know there are other holiday mishap stories out there. So I'm writing a story about them. If you have a story, send me a note - pguerra@modbee.com.

And this year, I won't be making gravy.