Ahahaha, love both stories.
Since I'm ineligible, I will share here, plus it wasn't a holiday just a meal.
Back when I was younger, maybe 20?, I decided I was going to cook my first roasted chicken. I called mom, got the recipe to make the stuffing, defrosted the bird all that good stuff.
Take the chicken out of the wrapper, rinsed it, seasoned it and proceed to stuff it. It didn't take nearly as much stuffing as I thought it would, so I threw the rest in a baking dish.
Threw the chicken in the oven all proud and such, my ex was even impressed.
Short while later we noticed the smell of plastic, but we lived in an apartment building and there had been a kitchen fire in one of the apartments a few weeks earlier so occasionally weird smells would waft into our place.
Got all the fixins ready, made up the table, took out the roasted chicken and started to prep to serve.
I went to scoop out the stuffing and out came this big blob.
Since I had NEVER cooked a whole chicken before I was blissfully unaware of the plastic bag inside that contained the neck and giblets.
Needless to say we had no chicken for dinner that night.
The fixins were great though.