Bird Is The Word

Happy Thanksgiving!

Hope you have a lovely day and got to spend time with people you care about.

My day started verrrrry early. I got up at 6 a.m. Why? Because I am positively wacko. And because I decided weeks ago that I would try something different this year. After all, I've been roasting my own turkeys since that one Thanksgiving where me and I my brother stayed home when the rest of the family went to Grandma's. No big deal. So this year, I brined my turkey.

Ever heard of brining a turkey? Basically, you make a tasty salt bath for your bird and then let him soak until his fingers get all pruney...well, if he had fingers. If you want more of a science class explanation, go here. I got up early so I could start my turkey's bath - then I went back to bed.



Looks comfy, huh? He soaked in those juices in a big 5-gallon bucket for six hours. Then he was hosed off and stuffed in a bag. (And all those little black flecks are not bugs...they're thyme leaves.)



I am all about using those oven bags for turkeys! They make things sooooooo much easier (and a lot less messy). I have never had a bird go wrong in one of those.



See? Doesn't he look yummy? And he was! Oh my, was that a juicy, tasty, tasty juicy turkey! Just ask the Co-ed! Or Aunt Denise! I'd say ask the Boy or Da Boo but they were much more interested in the fact that I let them drink out of goblets. Plastic goblets. Da Boo turned her into a horn while the Boy decided to go the pirate route and wear it on his hand.