So Mike and I decided to have a couple of friends over for an Easter lunch. Then we decided to make a turkey. Holy cow….. I’ve never made a turkey before, and I’ve only seen it done once, at which point I promptly told my mother that she must never die because I refuse to be in charge of this. Ever. So here we are. I brined the turkey in a tasty solution of apple juice, water, salt, and ice. Then, I brought him out of his icy cooler of coldness and gave him a massage with lots of butter, salt, and pepper. (Don’t worry. I don’t plan to have any arteries left when this is all said and done.) Anyway, after stuffing his tiny tummy with some bread crumbs, he went in the oven.
He then came out of the oven to have the thermometer stuck in and stock poured in the bottom. And put the foil tent over. Apparently it takes me a couple of tries to get it all together. So, it’s in the oven. and we may or may not have turkey for lunch.
Here’s hoping we will….
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I’m glad your turkey came out great! I too had turkey anxiety because I made my first turkey ever by myself fot Thanksgiving! There is too much pressure to perform! Atleast you had Mike to help you and according to facebook it turned out great! CONGRATS!!!!
Comment by ribbonweddings April 12, 2010 @ 12:45 pm