There Were Two Cavities. No One Told Us There Were Two.
Wednesday, December 26, 2012 at 9:24PM It was Women versus Turkey.
One of us had to take pictures. The turkey was not up for that job. I volunteered.
Diana had to go out for the afternoon. A crowd was gathering later for Christmas dinner. They would be hungry. Diana was not available. I was taking photos.
It was up to Wendy. She was going to have to take on the turkey.
A daunting task...
but she was up for it.
She grabbed the bull by the horns!
Or the turkey by the...cavity? By the giblets?
We discovered there are two cavities (I use the term "we" loosely.) (Cavities. Disgusting.)
There was twisting.
And patting.
And more patting.
The turkey was listing.
We learned that to keep the bird straight, and to keep the wings from sticking out, they were to be tucked under the breast. And it totally worked.
Because I'm awesome, I don't have a picture of the tuck, or the finished roasted turkey. Wendy did a great job, though. When her brother carved the turkey, he came across the neck. Oops. While half of us were gagging, the other half were laughing, and he threw it in the garbage can. The rest of the carving was uneventful, and he was nibbling as he went along, so the turkey roasting was deemed successful.
Wendy and I are one step closer to being vegetarians...but we conquered the turkey! (Again, using "we" very loosely.) (I did baste the turkey toward the end of its cooking!)
Reader Comments (2)
How is it that two 40ish (sorry, I just aged you) women have never before cooked a turkey? I feel a little more like a grown up after the process (and yes, a little closer to being a vegetarian). Thanks for going through that with me, even if you didn't stick your hand in a cavity.
The first time is the hardest. Turkeys really aren't so bad - just big chickens!