I think I may be in over my head.  I volunteered to make the family Thanksgiving turkey this year.  Why?  Why did I do this?  I think it was a moment of feeling all grown up and homey.  Truth is, I am just plain scared of what might happen.  I know you have to thaw it but when do you start?  I know there are parts inside that quite frankly I am just giving to the dogs.  The worst part is, that ever since pregnancy, I get nauseous handling raw poultry.  This could be a disaster.  Luckily my husband is a natural in the kitchen, so I have a feeling some sweet talking is in my near future.

I looked up some recipes online explaining "how easy" it is.  Really?  I don't even own the three basic tools needed for turkey making.  A roaster pan, roast rack, and a baster.  Oh, and do you need a meat thermometer if the the turkey has one of those buttons that pop out?  Seriously, I am in deep.

In all fairness, I should probably warn my family ahead of time and see if KFC is open on Thanksgiving.  Patrick, my darling, I really need your help on this one. Here is some of the homework I have been watching:


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