Happy thanksgiving. Yesterday I spent 2 1/2 hours making a beautiful sweet potato souffle for today's feast. My mother finally agreed the marshmellow sweet potatoes had to go. (although I was asked to make a small casserole of it for my dad) I roasted the potatoes, toasted a pecan topping, lovingly whipped and sweet talked those taters into a thing of beauty. 1 hour before we were set to leave, I took dog A out without a leash. She proceeded to run and frolic through the woods, so I was outside about 5 minutes. Upon re-entering house I found sweet potato creation upside down on the floor, and Dog B, greedily licking out the last few morsels...fortunately she didn't touch the tiny casserole of marshmellow potatoes that were still in oven. So, i had to show up at my perfectionist, unable to relinquish control moms house (whom I love dearly) with this teeny tiny marshmellow covered sweet potato dish, and sheepishly tell her what had happened. So tell me, what's your greatest thanksgiving day disaster.