Giveaway – Thanksgiving Gone Wrong! (we have a winner)

Broadway in Cincinnati’s “The Play That Goes Wrong” is coming to Cincinnati soon (Nov. 27 – Dec. 2) and to celebrate all things gone so very wrong, we’re giving away 2 tickets for this comedy smash hit. 

This giveaway is part of a sponsorship package with Broadway in Cincinnati

The Play That Goes Wrong
Photo: Jeremy Daniel

What would happen if Sherlock Holmes and Monty Python had an illegitimate Broadway baby? You’d get The Play That Goes Wrong, Broadway and London’s award-winning smash comedy!

Called ‘a gut-busting hit’ (The New York Times) and ‘the funniest play Broadway has ever seen’ (HuffPost), this classic murder mystery is chock-full of mishaps and madcap mania delivering ‘a riotous explosion of comedy’ (The Daily Beast).

Welcome to opening night of The Murder at Haversham Manor where things are quickly going from bad to utterly disastrous. With an unconscious leading lady, a corpse that can’t play dead and actors who trip over everything (including their lines), it’s ‘tons of fun for all ages’ (HuffPost) and ‘comic gold’ (Variety)—sure to bring down the house!

The Play That Goes Wrong will be at the Aronoff Center from November 27 through December 2, 2018.

:: Ticket Giveaway ::

Congrats to our winner, Kasie D.
Kasie, you have an email from me in your inbox.

Do you have a Thanksgiving Gone Wrong story? Do you have a major holiday fail? We’d LOVE to hear your stories!

We’re giving away 2 tickets for “The Play That Goes Wrong”. Tell us your “Thanksgiving Gone Wrong” story and you could win!

Here’s how to enter to win two tickets for Broadway in Cincinnati’s “A Play That Goes Wrong”:

Simply tell us a story about your “Thanksgiving Gone Wrong” in the comments section below.

We’ll randomly choose one entry to win two tickets to see “The Play That Goes Wrong” at the Aronoff Center on November 27, 2018.

Please know that we may share your funny stories of #ThanksgivingGoneWrong to celebrate the season :).

Giveaway Details: Contest ends on Saturday, November 17, 2018  at 9am.  You must comment in order to enter to win. No purchase is necessary and anyone is eligible to win. Winner will be contacted via email.  Winner must claim the prize within 24 hours. Winner will be randomly chosen via No purchase necessary. This giveaway originates in Ohio. We opened the giveaway on Sunday, Nov. 11, 2018 at 11am.  Odds of winning depend upon the number of entries received. One (1) winners will receive two tickets to see The Play That Goes Wrong on Nov. 27, 2018. The winner will be posted here by Friday, Nov. 23. This is sponsored by and our address is P.O. Box 15334, Cincinnati, Ohio 45215. Tickets were donated by Broadway in Cincinnati.

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  • My husband never cooks. However, one Thanksgiving he decided to make a homemade Pumpkin Pie. I believe it was a Paula Deen recipe. He spent half our budget buying all the ingredients and a couple of hours making a mess in the kitchen while he was baking “his” pie. It turned out very nice and we were looking forward to impressing his family with his baking skills. But, first, we had to drive it to his mom’s house for the dinner. Our kids were very small and had to be loaded up in the car, and of course, the dog had to go too, along with other dishes that I’d made. So, as we were loading everything in the car, the pumpkin pie is balancing on top of another casserole dish and decides to take a nose dive onto the floor as we are walking out of the house, smashing to smithereens and splattering Paula Deen pie all over our walls. Now, I don’t remember who, exactly, was carrying the pie to the car because it’s been many years ago, but I do remember the look on my husband’s face! He has never made another pumpkin pie in his life! And, to this day, we always mention that pumpkin pie!

  • My thanksgiving gone wrong…camping in an RV with four dogs, daughter, husband and myself. Mysteriously we were the only campers in the camp….empty. It was a campground in Carter Caves, Kentucky. On thanksgiving day we took a hike to come back to the RV with my daughter itching. First is was her leg, then her sides, then before you know it she was itching all over. Turns out, we think, that she was reacting to the trees which were full of acorns. We never even thought about the trees being a problem. Well the thanksgiving dinner turned out great and I think that is what made it truly better as there was so much food that she was distracted from itching.

  • I am from a big family, the youngest of seven children, and I remember one year, my parents’ oven quit working. On Thanksgiving. They quickly took the turkey to my sister’s home, who was older than me and already married, cooked it and brought it back to our house full of hungry guests!

  • My potato peelings (for mashed potatoes) clogged/broke my sink disposer. Couldn’t use the kitchen sink the rest of the day and had to wash all dishes, etc in laundry room sink. Major FAIL !

  • We flew to Tucson, Arizona to spend Thanksgiving with my college roommate and her family. I ended up in the Emergency Room with gall stones and couldn’t eat a bite of the lovely meal they had prepared!

  • My Mom bought a new condo in the fall of 1979. She hadn’t had much opportunity to use the new oven. She put the turkey and stuffing in the oven and came into the other room to socialize. 2 hours later she realized the oven wasn’t actually on. We had a very late Thanksgiving dinner.

  • We decided to try the “oven bags” in the hopes of getting a more moist bird. What we didn’t plan for was the fact that the bag expanded so much that it touched the top of the oven and burst. That resulted in all of the moisture being sucked out of our turkey and leaving a shriveled mess.

  • As a teen, one year I went to my cousin’s house and she and I decided to make side dishes and desserts while her mom worked on the turkey. We were especially excited about a pumpkin roll recipe we’d found. Let me just say that that was the year we discovered there was a difference between baking soda and baking powder.

  • Several years ago, I was preparing the Thanksgiving meal when back pain kicked in and rapidly got worse. I had finished all the sides early, put a savory butter mix under the turkey breast, and just put the turkey in the oven when it happened. I couldn’t move without terrible pain. My husband called the ambulance and they took me to the hospital. By the time everyone else got back from seeing me in the hospital. things were overcooked and the whole meal ended up getting pitched. Insult to injury was that since it was Thanksgiving Day, all the neighbors and their guests came out to see me hauled away in the ambulance.

  • We’ve had two Thanksgivings gone wrong…both for the same reason. Twice now we’ve had our dishwasher break on Thanksgiving, after fully loading it. We’ve had to empty it, washing everything by hand, with all of our counters filled with drying dishes.

  • My husband is an excellent cook, but we have never been allowed to bring anything substantial to his family’s Thanksgiving due to “traditions”. The one year we finally convinced them to allow us to bring the turkey, my husband went to a local farm and got a fresh bird. The night before he put it in the brine and started prepping it. I came downstairs around midnight to get some Pepto because I wasn’t feeling great, and there he was prepping the bird. The upset stomach that I had eventually led to full blown food poisoning. I knew I was out for Thanksgiving, but not until about 4 am did it also strike my husband. We had to call and tell his family they would not have a turkey for Thanksgiving and then that bird sat in our sink for 24 hours because we were too sick to move it. Later, when we were upright again, it got moved to a cooler on the porch where it actually rotted. So, not only are we never allowed to bring anything to Thanksgiving again, but the horror of the rotten turkey has turned my husband off of the Thanksgiving meat.

  • When I was around 8, my grandmother had cooked turkey for our Thanksgiving dinner and as we were sharing it around the table she shared with everyone how she thought it was undercooked and that we’d all get salmonella. Needless to say, I filled up on mashed potatoes and bread.

  • After 9 months of breaking out in hives from head to toe, followed by an episode of anaphylactic shock, being rushed to the emergency room, and lots of blood work later; only to find out that ‘food’ was the culprit. I was suffering from a bad case of inflammation caused by specific food items. My doctor removed over 40 foods from my diet, making my Thanksgiving meal, a meal I’d like to forget.

  • The very first Thanksgiving my husband (then boyfriend) and I hosted has quite the story!! It was the year we moved into our first grown up place, a 1200 sq ft condo with 1 1/2 baths, which we had just started renting a few months prior. It was also just a couple of days after my grandma suddenly passed away and my husband’s uncle also died unexpectedly. I say this to set the scene of hosting suddenly 25 people instead of the 15 we knew were attending, in our pretty small kitchen/living room area, and never having hosted 25 people before (we had done 10-15 in smaller parties).
    Anyway, an important detail about the condo we lived in was that it was one of those kinds of condos that are basically 4 separate houses that look like 1 house. So our condo was 1/4 of this building, with shared walls on two sides with two other neighbors. This wasn’t really a problem until the evening of Thanksgiving Day. It’s about 7pm. We are finishing dessert when I am in the kitchen and notice a bunch of water on the floor near the water heater. What, did someone spill a bunch of water from the water pitcher?? No…it was the sump pump overflowing, for no reason that we could tell (it had been a gorgeous 50 degree sunny day, and hadn’t rained in days either). Then, someone needed to use the 1/2 bathroom, which was right next to this area. They flushed and water came GUSHING up onto the floor. (Cue “holy crap” panic…with ALL our family in the next room.) We hurriedly called our landlord (we felt SO BAD to call him on Thanksgiving) and he was like, what did you put down it? (Absolutely nothing that shouldn’t go down it.) Well, don’t use that bathroom and I’ll be over tomorrow. So now we are down to 1 working bathroom (thank goodness flushing that one didn’t seem to cause issues) for 25 people, 7 of whom were staying the weekend with us. What are we going to do?! It was pretty crazy, rather stressful, and luckily our families just went with it. Quite the story for our first time. We host Thanksgiving every year and luckily, no more problems (we moved out of that condo after only 1 year in it).

    The diagnosis wound up being a clogged sewer pipe thanks to the lady who lived in the condo to our back. She flushed multiple of those “flushable” wipes down a day and completely clogged the entire pipe. We had a nice little battle with the HOA who thought we should pay to fix the pipe (when we did nothing at all wrong – 10s of thousands of dollars) and they finally gave in when they found out that they had replaced every single other sewer pipe in the neighborhood besides ours, at some point. Had to tear up the street and everything, very exciting! We are super paranoid about those wipes now too. Anyway, an extremely exciting (for wrong reasons) first hosted Thanksgiving!

  • My mom has hosted Thanksgiving for as long as I can remember. And we always have decently large groups of friends and family. 2 years ago my parents redid their kitchen, got all new appliances, updated the cabinets. It’s all very pretty and mom was excited to show off on Thanksgiving. Mom prepares the turkey as per usual, and she’s been doing this over 20 years so we know she’s great at turkey roasting. Only this time, the turkey doesn’t cook all the way. It’s still partially raw when my cousin goes to carve. After over an hour of “just a few more minutes” the turkey is finally cooked. Sadly, some of the sides ended up over cooking.

    Turns out her new convection oven doesn’t keep the heat when the door is opened, so she had to reteach herself timing it as she did have to baste the turkey while it was in the oven.

  • My parents love telling me the story about how Grandma got “tipsy” at thanksgiving dinner off of Martinelli’s sparkling apple cider… which is non-alcoholic.

  • Our first time hosting Thanksgiving, my wife and I were busy preparing food in the kitchen while babysitting our 2 year old niece, Tiana. From the dining room, we hear Tiana shout: NO BART, NO! We come running into the room to find our greyhound, Bart, on our dining table eating a chunk out of the freshly cooked honey baked ham. Eeek! Fortunately, none of our guests had arrived yet… So we briskly brought the ham back into the kitchen, cut off the dog-bitten section, sliced up the rest, and never said another word about it.

  • I was hosting my first Thanksgiving at my house and so I was really excited to do all the cooking. Unbeknownest to me, my mother turned off my stove by mistake when trying to shut off the timer. We let the turkey cook for several hours in a stone cold oven. Everyone was hungry so we started eating our sides while our turkey underwent round two of cooking.

  • I got up early to get the turkey ready for the oven. I had the water running over the turkey to throw any remaining ice. Then I put my hand inside to pull out the “stuff” but what came out was a turkey head! Eyes and all! I screamed, dropped it & ran out of the room. I woke up everyone in the house & they came running.
    We ordered takeout dinners, no one wanted to eat that turkey!

  • One Thanksgiving my daughter had all the family over and in the process of preparing the mashed she put the potatoe peels in the garbage disposal and it clogged. Needless to say we had dirty dishes all over the counter which was left until the next day.

  • My first Thanksgiving as a newlywed, meeting all my new husbands family and I suddenly get the stomach flu. I barely made it to their bathroom before throwing up all over the floor. We spent the night there at my mother in laws with me swearing it wasn’t her turkey and apologizing repeatedly for being too weak to clean the bathroom as I was extremely ill. 🤦🏻‍♀️ It was awful! She took me for a fragile, food snob from then on.

  • I wanted to impress a man I had just started dating with my cooking skills. Many years later I realize I didn’t have any and I still don’t. I got up early to bake pumpkin pies then put the turkey in. Living in Georgia at the time the weather was beautiful. We went out to play tennis while the bird cooked. ( I also realize I couldn’t play tennis either.). After a couple hours we walked into my apartment to NO delicious smells. Oops. I had turned the oven off and forgotten to turn it back on. Needless to say he raved about the dinner. Poor man was starved by the time it was cooked.

  • My crazy Thanksgiving story is when I went to put the turkey in the oven and forgot to pre-heat the oven or even turn it on for that matter! I slept through my alarm to wake-up early and do so. Oops!

  • In 2014 we drove to my wife’s parent’s house for Thanksgiving. My mother-in-law normally hosts anywhere from 20-35 people in her home. Early Saturday morning, our son began throwing up. We packed up quickly preparing for a challenging drive home. We had planned on picking up a new dog we were rescuing in Evansville, IN (2 hours out of the way). On our way to get our new dog, my wife was overcome with the stomach virus. So, both my son and wife were hurling in the back seat, with our new puppy, Ruby, jumping from the front of the van to the back! Unbeknownst to us, 12 other family member who were in attendance at my in-law’s house, were dealing with stomach issues, too. We still don’t know whether we had a virus that spread to all of us that day, or some type of food poisoning. It was an unforgettable holiday that we’d all love to forget!

  • My husband is always in a hurry and always has a healthy appetite. On Thanksgiving, he is the master cook. I have no complaints as I’d much rather be entertaining the family. And mostly throughout the rest of the year, I cook most of the meals.

    Never one to slow down when he is focused and “on a mission” – my husband reached for the turkey with mitts that were not thick enough and in a flash the entire pan fell out of his hands!! The turkey remained intact but about 3 cups of hot gravy spilled on the floor.
    In perfect rushed husband style, he threw down some dish towels and soaked up the mess lickety split and the dinner went off without a hitch. It was the next day when we had a thorough clean up that we realized spilled gravy really can make a mess!!

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