I almost didn't blog today.
I'm really tired.
Doug had to bring me the lap-top in bed.
See, I've been wrangling a 28 pound turkey all evening. And it's no easy task for my twiggy little arms.
Last Friday I told Maxwell's cute teacher that I would bring a turkey to the harvest festival at school tomorrow...and then I sent Doug to the store to buy a second turkey.
And he did.
A 28 pound No-Name brand.
(We all know from America's Test Kitchen that no-name brands are a no-no, right? The tasters prefer Butterball, frozen. Which is what I bought for OUR Thanksgiving meal.)
Anyway, No-name has been in the fridge all this time, but when I took him out for a little cursory feel-up this afternoon, he was still pretty frozen. So I put him in a cold-water bath hoping by tonight he'd be ready. (for quick thaw, place in cold water bath for 30 minutes/per pound. Yep, that would be 14 hours if I were starting with a completely frozen bird.)
Unfortunately, tonight when I reached in to remove the neck and giblets, he was pretty icy inside. I'm just hoping in his new hollow state, he'll take the opportunity to finish thawing-- before 3 a.m.
That's when I have to wake up.
To put the turkey in.
28 pound turkeys take a long time to cook.
This is going to make my 16 pound Butterball seem like a CINCH on Thursday.
The thing is,
despite it all,
I'm still feeling thankful for turkey.
I'm happy my 28 pound ugly-step-brother No-Name and sweet, adorable 16.5 pound Butterball have fulfilled the purpose of their creation by offering themselves up for my dining enjoyment.
And I'm thankful for a husband that will do my shopping for me. Even if he does buy gargantuan turkeys.
But now I must sleep. And dream dreams of giant frozen turkeys and cooking calamities (as I know I will.)
Here's wishing YOU better dreams!
(And see you tomorrow!)