turkeys

I'm going to cook a turkey today. I know, I know. It's after Thanksgiving. But I'm not tired of turkey yet, since Mom cooked our entire Thanksgiving meal. We bought one at our little grocery store for really cheap. It's a 14 pounder, a free-range bird.

How is it that at the age of 38, I've never done this before? Curt has cooked lots of turkeys. But somehow, this will be my first attempt and, I'm feeling a little intimidated by it. I know it's just a turkey, but I don't want to ruin it. You know that feeling you get when you're way into the middle of cooking something you have high hopes for, and then things start to go terribly wrong. There's no way out. You've gotten yourself into it, and you've got to figure a way out. Or throw it in the trash, which happens from time to time and is completely defeating.

So, I hope it works. Wish me luck.

p.s. I haven't posted since May. Sheesh. And then when I do, it's about cooking a turkey. I gotta get out more.