[CLOSED] Win a Thanksgiving Pie from Simplethings

Simplethings piesEnter here to win a 9" pie from L.A.'s own Simplethings Pie Shop. Just tell us about your most hilarious or spectacular holiday kitchen disaster in the comments!

Simplethings is giving away a full-size pie to five individual winners. Those five winners will get a choice of Simplethings' five Thanksgiving varieties: pumpkin, chipotle pumpkin, bourbon pecan and sweet potato.

Leave your tale of holiday kitchen mishaps in the comments - forgotten turkeys? Deflated souffles? Salt mistaken for sugar? - and the writers of our five favorite stories will win these delicious pies!

Here are the rules and regulations:

- Tell us your story in the comments here by Friday, November 18 at 10am. Winners will be notified later that day.

- Register with your full name so we can tell simplethings who to expect calls from. (Your name won't be made public.)

- Winners must order their pie by Monday, November 21 at 8pm.

- Pies must be picked up on Wednesday, November 23. (Delivery/shipping not available.)

-Winners have a choice of one of five flavors: pumpkin, chipotle pumpkin, bourbon pecan, and sweet potato.

-Enjoy your pie!

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Katherine is the former Living Managing Editor at KCET.org. She's been living in and writing about this area for over a decade.
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One year my Mom was cleaning her car mats with some kind of spray in our laundry room, which is right off the kitchen. What she didn't realize is that the spray was highly flammable and that our dryer had a pilot light. Needless to say, singed bangs, two pots of water and a firetruck later, Thanksgiving was off to a great start!


Coming from an Italian family, we always had homemade spaghetti at every holiday meal. When I was in 2nd grade, my brother and I were in the kitchen helping my grandmother make it when my fingers got a little close to the machinery...about 5 hours, 12 saw blades, and a fire department later, my hand was freed from the now legendary spaghetti machine. We ended up having McDonald's for dinner.


Thanksgiving night, our "special needs" basset hound Floyd got into the kitchen. He had his choice between a ham and a turkey, but we found him on the ground lapping away at a bowl of swedish mustard sauce. Once Floyd was put away, my weird uncle insisted on eating the rest of the mustard sauce out of the same bowl so that it wouldn't go to waste. That image haunts my nightmares.


One year it was the first year that I decided to cook a turkey. I spent all day picking one out and two days perfecting my grandmother's recipe. Finally, my family and I made a multitude of side-dishes and pies to surround our glorious entree. The guests started to arrive and by 3:00 pm, everyone was laughing and talking and popping open bottles of wine. The appetizers were served and side-dishes were well-received. Everyone said they were delicious. After an amazing day reconnecting with old friends and family, I went back into the kitchen to get the pies for dessert around 9:00 pm. Then I saw the turkey I had spent so long perfecting sitting on the counter. I have forgotten to even bring it out to the table! Fortunately, it ended up being one of the best Thanksgivings to date. We carved the turkey, gave some to everyone to bring it home and gave the rest to a homeless shelter.


My mother always hosted the family Thanksgiving dinner at our home. It was tough with a small kitchen to work with. My father decided to build my mom a pop-up table. It gave my mom more counter space but less room to move around and it blocked the back door creating a fire hazard. The table was a big help as my mother had a space to stage all the food before serving. With a house full of children, somebody should have told them to avoid using the back door. With a good whack from the door, the single leg of the table went into storage mode and all the food went sliding off. While we lost a lot of food, my mom & my sister were able to catch most of the sliding food. The pies may have looked cracked and broken and the serving dishes & bowls containing the home-made cranberry sauce and candied yams may have been a little less full, but we still found plenty to be grateful for: namely that the turkey was not on the collapsing table.


One of my Thanksgiving specialties through the years has been a butternut squash soup (courtesy of Emeril Lagasse and the Food Network). I made a pot of it at home, while living in Brooklyn and drove to my in-laws in New Jersey. As I was carrying the pot of soup from the car, up the steps towards the front door, I tripped and spilled the entire pot of soup all over the stone steps. My dog, Spacey, immediately came over and starting licking it up/helping to clean up. I had to call my parents to give me the recipe and luckily, there was a supermarket open on Thanksgiving Day! I had to run out and get all of the ingredients again and make the soup once more for about a dozen or so guests. Over 10 years later, we still laugh about this story as we enjoy the soup.


Three years ago, my cousin had just bought a new home and she was extremely excited about inviting everyone for Thanksgiving dinner and hosting it for the first time. She had literally been researching recipes about two months prior, had the Butterball Turkey Line on speed dial, the works. She wasn't taking Thanksgiving lightly! Ambitious as she is, she also wanted to serve steak alongside the turkey. While looking for a recipe for a sauce, she came across one for TARTAR sauce and I guess she had heard of "steak tartare" and thought that's the tartar sauce that gives steak tartare its name.

Thanksgiving came around and we were all eating steak covered in tartar sauce. Everyone at the table was confused about it, but didn't want to say anything as this was my cousin's first time cooking Thanksgiving dinner. Finally, my grandma had to ask if this was tartar sauce and my cousin responded with, "Yes, I wanted to make steak tartare" there was a long moment of silence in the room, and everyone eventually ended up laughing uncontrollably. We still crack "TARTAR STEAK!" jokes every now and then. My cousin included :)


A few years ago I (we) were making our pies, and cheese cakes, when all of a sudden I realized my oven DIED! it was not working... No amount of matches would re-light the pilot light. I was in trouble.. Thank GOD my neighbor cooked the cheese cakes and pies, and my DIL cooked the Turkey. Everything else was good on the stove top.


When I was a vegetarian in high school I made a tofurky. Except I forgot to take off the plastic wrap before popping it into the oven. Oops.

Luckily, most of the side dishes were vegetarian!


Once upon a time, a Thanksgiving long a go, I decided to take on the task of baking a cake to take to a Thanksgiving Potluck. So I rolled up my sleeves, and got rolling, mixing, and baking. I don't bake much... or ever, so I didn't have measuring cups or spoons, so I just ball parked everything, and well *now* I know that with baking especially desserts.. it's all about precise measurements, so needless to say, my cake didn't rise, but that isn't the worse part. I also didn't have the proper container to bake my cake in and in my brilliant youth I put the cake mixture in plastic tupperware, put my concoction in the oven and sat watch... slowly but surely I watched my plastic tupperware melt.... yeah, learned my lesson. I drove to Costco, battled for parking and purchase a Pumpkin Cheesecake to bring to that potluck.


A couple of years ago, our oven broke the day before Thanksgiving. Since we had guests coming in from out of town and had promised a big feast, my boyfriend went to the hardware store and bought a smoker for the turkey. All day long and into the night I hounded (nagged?) him to put the oven together so we'd be set to start first thing in the morning. He, of course, felt like doing it on his own time and put off assembly until Thanksgiving Day. I hounded (nagged?)him all morning until he finally put it together around noon that day...mere minutes before guests arrived. He then took a look at the instructions which predidicted a 12 HOUR smoking time for our bird. He was embarrassed and I livid (and our guests starving), but we took a deep breath and forged ahead. We placed the turkey in the smoker and Boyfriend added the cedar chips to the coals to help add flavor...and that, they did. He added an entire bag, which of course meant a huge fire inside the smoker, with billows of smoke pouring out of our backyard which in turn scared the neighbors. Eventually it died down, and the turkey got the bejeezus smoked out of it. While taking only 4 hours instead of the predicted 12, it was a perfect pitch-black when we brought it out. The skin was not edible, but the meat itself, thankfully, was. All in all it was a distastrous day that ended in a good meal...and a lof "I told you so's." Also, it turned out that our poor guests had been fasting for hours and had been expecting a good meal upon their arrival to the house. Oops...sorry, guys.