My turkey, that I put in last night, and followed the directions, came out looking like the one on Christmas Vacation. You all remember? They started to carve it and "dust" came out? husband, bless his heart, ran to Kroger and got another one (cheap this morning) and we salvaged the day. The best thing was that I was laughing this morning instead of crying. A testament from a mom of a difficult child, I guess. The bad thing was that I was almost hysterical, laughing. What else happened with you guys?