My personal Thanksgiving tragedy, 2012 edition.
We were traveling many miles, and I am the baker in the family. My mother, sister, niece and several others made their annual request for my chocolate pecan pie, which, if I do say so, is spectacular. As we were leaving Wednesday morn at 11:00, I baked said pie Tuesday night and left it on the kitchen table to cool over night. Not the kitchen counter, mind you, but the table.
Came down Wednesday morn to find that a mouse had gone to town on the pie. A very athletic, adventurous mouse. So instead of, oh, packing for my trip, 7:00 a.m. found me at the market buying ingredients for another pie - and 11:00 a.m. found me on a five-hour road trip with a hot pie on my lap.
Sigh. And, for the first time in history, I was told it was overcooked. The mouse threw me off my game.