Not a live one--he knows I would leave him if he ever did that. He went to Harmon's Friday night for a few groceries and came home with a 26 pound frozen turkey. However, the word "turkey" was never used. We simply referred to it as "the bird."
I first thought he was out of his mind. He assured me it was his bird and he was going to take care of it. He called his buddy Jason last night to get tips on how to prepare the bird. Jason is an avid outdoorsman/food network junkie/hunter extraordinaire. He is also a lawyer but that is beside the point. He gave Sam some mad tips on how to prepare and stuff the bird.
Sam set out to thaw the thing last night. He was supposed to be changing the water every 30 minutes but he never did:
He spent the next 12 hours teasing me about the neck and gizzards.
He came home early from church today (because he "is sick" and he needed to babysit his bird.)
He took these pictures on his phone of the bird stuffed with apples and oranges and rubbed down with oil and salt and pepper. Impressive:
I came home from church to the smells of Thanksgiving dinner. About 5 hours later, this bad boy came out of the oven:
The unglamourous refuse from the bird (most had already been dumped:)
The finished product (have I ever mentioned we ain't fancy?) Do you like the Crescent rolls on paper towels..classy:
Sam and I stand behind the bar to eat and the kids sit at the bar. Just how it is at our house. I prepared all the side dishes (from boxes and frozen bags!) Thanks Sam--I didn't think you had it in you but it was a darn good bird and I will be eating turkey sandwiches for weeks.
note-I can't believe I posted this after all of your posts with pictures of your beautiful Thanksgiving feasts. I know how trashy this whole operation was..but that's how we roll.