A couple days ago, I summoned the help of a blog buddy who has much more experience than I in cooking whole turkeys. I’ve only done it once.
**Little back story on why I was cooking a whole turkey in August: The hubs gets these enormous hunks of meat from his company. This is our third turkey and the second pork loin (which is the size of a toddler) is hanging out in the freezer. Husby doesn’t like pork, with the exception of bacon, so I don’t know what we will do with that. Turkeys came from Thanksgiving so this one needed to be cooked…hence, Thanksgiving in August.**
After thawing in the fridge for 3 days, I remembered that I don’t REALLY know how to cook one, so enlisting the help of a veteran turkey cooker was a must. Especially after this post. Perfect timing on that one, Martha! By the way, being first trimester preggo and elbow deep in a dead turkey’s cold ass cavity was nauseating. Was really wishing hubs was home to do my dirty work. Thank sweet baby Jesus it was delicious. How did I do?
This last one was before cutting the dark meat (again hubby doesn’t eat that either so I left it until we were done then it could go directly to the fridge). I’m not good at carving a turkey, obvi, so I was proud of what I accomplished with the hunks of breast meat I got off in one piece.
I found this egg roll recipe on Pinterest and decided to try it. Egg rolls are a traditional side to turkey, right? Right. It was disappointing I’m deep frying them next time.
I started writing this post like 2 days ago but shit just kept coming up (literally…that’s not a back story you want so don’t ask) and I couldn’t finish. I feel that after two days, I’ve lost my train of thought. Or rather, it came to a screeching halt. Either way, the turkey was worth it, the egg rolls sucked and I have a lot of shit to clean up…and hate my dogs right now.