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The first year my wife and I were married was also my first year of seminary. We lived in a 2 room apartment that was adjoined by a hallway kitchen. There was a tiny oven, no counter space, and barely any range real estate. My wife was the eager bride and wanted to make a full blown meal for both of us. First up, she bought a 20 pound turkey. For 2 people. To cook in an oven that fit the turkey like a pair of '80's Calvin Klein jeans. Then, when I was pulling the turkey out to rest on the "counter" I spilled more than half of the turkey juice all over the floor. Second, my wife decided to make a home made pie. Crust and everything. I was in the bedroom playing on the computer and came out to find a snack. At that time my wife begins to cuss out the pie crust that would not roll out. On a kitchen table. I walked back into bedroom and didn't come out until the pie crust went away. It was a memorable Thanksgiving.