This year, my parents could not be dissuaded from a 22-pound turkey. A 22-pound turkey! I don’t really know how to cook a bird that big. When I give it more thought, it’s kind of frightening to cook something that is almost a quarter of my body-weight. Seems wrong somehow.
Holidays with family are often exercises in compromise. Sometimes the path of least resistance is also the least stressful path as well!
So as I take a quick break from cooking, this will be just a quick post to wish you all a very happy Thanksgiving from the Midwest.