Tar and Feathered

Well, not really tar and feathered. More like deep fried without any feathers. This year we decided to deep fry the Thanksgiving turkey. Kathleen, Ranger and I left for Hampton since my sister, Carrie, was hosting Thanksgiving. We had decided a few days earlier to try the deep frying method and we both had done some research. Of course, we found all the horror stories online and talked to a few people with actual experience and heard some similar scary tales. So we hoped the bird would taste good, we just weren't sure if we would be eating the bird from the emergency room.

Well the time came for cookin' and my nephew, Joey, and I were the chefs du jour. We carefully located a safe location for the burner to set and we measured the oil. As we brought it to the correct temperature, we worked hard to get all the water off the bird. The stories were that the bird will splatter, spit, and explode if too much water goes in the hot oil. So needless to say we were a little apprehensive. We rigged up a pole to use to lower the bird into the cauldron. Thankfully, it worked without any serious injuries and now all we had to do was wait, and discuss all the things that could go wrong and burn the house down. As the rest of the men arrived, they all levitated to the bird. It was like the hot oil was calling to there inner caveman. One hour later and no visit by the fire department, we pulled the golden brown bird out. What a relief. High fives all around and now it's time to eat.

What a spread. We ate until uncomfortable, and then a little more. We enjoyed the food and each others company and basked in everyone telling us how good the turkey was. It's good to be the hero (well, in our eyes anyway). We also celebrated my nephew, JW, and Carrie's birthday. Just another thing to be thankful for.