I’ve done a lot of things in my life. I’ve traveled internationally independently with my white cane. I’ve combated construction workers that wouldn’t return my calls as a reporter by showing up on the construction site, white cane in hand, and refusing to leave until my questions were answered. I’ve lived on my own since I was 18 years old. Not that these are huge life achievements or anything, but typically I’m not one to let something scare me off.
Until this year I’ve never had the option of cooking the Thanksgiving turkey. As everyone’s “single friend” I tend to get invited places for the big meal. All I have to do is show up with a side dish. But this year Ryan is here visiting and we decided to have our own Thanksgiving feast. This meant I had to come up with a turkey.
I’ve never cooked a turkey before. My mom swears it isn’t hard, but still, to someone used to cooking her little single chicken breast, even a smaller bird looks daunting. I thought about ordering one already cooked. Then I realized, I wasn’t ordering this bird to save time or make things more convenient. I was ordering this silly bird because I was afraid of cooking it myself. I was afraid somehow I’d mess it up.
That settled it. I had to cook the turkey. I might still mess it up. Ryan and I might be suffering from food poisoning Thursday evening. But, the adventure has begun. I took the turkey out of the freezer and put it in the fridge to start thawing. How long is it going to take this sucker to thaw anyway?
Until this year I’ve never had the option of cooking the Thanksgiving turkey. As everyone’s “single friend” I tend to get invited places for the big meal. All I have to do is show up with a side dish. But this year Ryan is here visiting and we decided to have our own Thanksgiving feast. This meant I had to come up with a turkey.
I’ve never cooked a turkey before. My mom swears it isn’t hard, but still, to someone used to cooking her little single chicken breast, even a smaller bird looks daunting. I thought about ordering one already cooked. Then I realized, I wasn’t ordering this bird to save time or make things more convenient. I was ordering this silly bird because I was afraid of cooking it myself. I was afraid somehow I’d mess it up.
That settled it. I had to cook the turkey. I might still mess it up. Ryan and I might be suffering from food poisoning Thursday evening. But, the adventure has begun. I took the turkey out of the freezer and put it in the fridge to start thawing. How long is it going to take this sucker to thaw anyway?
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The twins dad Joe Sipe