You'll remember and laugh about this for decades.

For our first Thanksgiving after we married, we were too broke for turkey, so I bought a whole canned chicken. I heated it still sealed in the can until it bulged, so when I punctured the can, broth and steam sprayed all over the kitchen, on the ceiling and window and appliances. When I finally took the lid off, the chicken was dry as paper in a little pile in the bottom of the can, more bones than chicken.

We still laugh about it after 57 years.