For Thanksgiving This Year…

Those of you who have been reading this blog for quite a while will remember the ridiculous experience I had some years ago with a Heritage/Heirloom Turkey, an experience I will never willingly repeat.

So a little wrinkle happened in my life last week. After Book Fair, which was wonderful and fun, was finally over, I had a teensy medical experience that necessitated a quick surgery on Friday. No worries, everything’s all good here, and I am likely to return to work tomorrow. (I will say my NaNoWriMo project has been derailed, among other things, but ah well, I’ll claw my way back to it.) But resting up this weekend has given me some time to plan my menu for Thanksgiving this year.

I thought I’d go with something a little different. May I present…

…The TurKracken!!!

And here it is all cooked.  *gigglesnort*

This is the Deluxe model.

My kids cannot wait to see their grandmothers’ faces when this roast beast comes out of the oven.

(Just kidding. I’m not doing this. It looks vile. I’m making proper turkey, and it will be awesome.)

N.b. I found these pictures on the Internet — all over the Internet — often with no attribution. Lots of versions of them, too. If these are your pictures, let me know so I can credit you. If they’re yours and you want me to remove them, just ask and I will.  🙂

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Why I Will Never Buy An Heirloom Turkey Again

Note:  If you are sensitive about animals, squeamish about raw food, or easily offended, this post is probably not for you.

Second Note:  I tried to find some images to include with this post, but they were frankly all too grotesque.  I figured if I couldn’t stomach it, I wouldn’t make you try.

So the Thanksgiving party is usually at our house, and for me, a big part of the fun is cooking the feast.  Yes, I allow other people (my mom, my mother-in-law, any friend or family member who offers to do so) to bring some of the dishes.  What’s really fabulous is when they ask what they can bring — my response is typically to ask what their speciality or favorite is — and then they bring what they said they would so we don’t have duplicates of one thing and nothing of something else everyone was counting on.  We do a pretty traditional turkey meal with fairly traditional sides and a bevy of extraordinary desserts, including — you guessed it — traditional choices.  There are some things I just like to do in a nostalgic way because so much of the fun of the holidays includes the ritual of it all, passed down through the generations.

This year was a little different.  Continue reading “Why I Will Never Buy An Heirloom Turkey Again”