Turkey . . .

After Thanksgiving, my generous dad (who does all the cooking in my family for the holidays) gave me a HUGE turkey to throw in my freezer to cook "later on" . . . I have been avoiding tackling this enormous beast as I have no idea what to do with it . . . today was the day. I called my wonderful, homemaker neighbor Mandy to come over to laugh at me and I began . . .


And no, Mandy, I don't have a "turkey roasting pan" nor do I feel like running to the store for one . . . I have an idea - I'll just jam the sucker into a baking dish and cook the crude out of it . . .

After Mandy laughed at me some more and advised me on removing the "insides" . . . I was ready to cook . . .

And I peeked . . and it looked like it was cooking!!!! And then I cooked it some more and remembered Mandy said something about "basting it every hour" . . . which I totally forgot to do. . .


And yet, somehow, by the sheer grace of God, when the timer went off, the turkey looked awesome . . . and cooked . . . and "roasted looking" . . . now, if only Mandy stayed long enough to tell me how to cut it?! (and no word yet on how it tastes?!) . . . thanks Mandy for your laughter, friendship and advice and sorry honey for my lack of skills in the Martha Stewart cooking department!