LOL. Marilyn it came off fairly uneventful
after the drama of the exploding oven and fireworks. (For those that don't know, my new double convection wall oven went BANG, followed by sparks, and then black smoke. Visual: Dr. Frankenstein's LaBORatory in "Bride of Frankenstein"). The circuit board blew (Note: never buy electronic circuit appliances ever again, always buy old-fashioned manually turned dials--advice from the appliance repairman.)
The second circuit board blew out after running the oven and it was determined that a transistor was malfunctioning and blowing the circuit board. The transistor and second new circuit board arrived, but yes, the transistor pins had been broken off because of mishandling and bad manufacturer packaging (fragile part in a plastic bag==brilliancy). By this time, we're days to go to Thanksgiving. Finally, the replacement transistor arrived and was installed on Thanksgiving Eve at 4pm. I'll admit to being just a little panicked at this point. But my neighbor wasn't hosting dinner and offered me her single oven next door--I wasn't looking forward to running food back and forth.
Then followed the mad rush of roasting a 26 lb. turkey and a smoked ham, along with all the other oven dishes that one usually has for thanksgiving buffets.
Dinner was only 1 hour late, but the big punch bowl kept every one socially lubricated and no one seemed to mind! (With all the last minute work, I whacked the creativity off the punch bowl and just filled it with amaretto, vodka, frozen limeade, and 7Up.--Marg, I had the bananas and gave a trial of your Carribbean Banana Bowl later that weekend and it was quite tasty. Will have to remember that one.)
People started arriving several hours before dinner, and of course stood in the kitchen watching and asking to help. Before I knew it, I had 20 people in my kitchen and I couldn't move. I assigned several people herding duties and equipped them with plates of hors d'ouevre to lure people out of my way.
And a good time was had by all.