I love Thanksgiving for the mere fact that turkey is ridonculously cheap. I picked up a 10lb bird for $5 the other day. I don’t host Thanksgiving but I got it anyway because I♥ turkey almost as much as Ralphie’s dad –
“Now it is well known throughout the midwest that the old man is a turkey junky, a bonafide golly turkacnis freak.”
It was frozen, so I put it in a cooler with enough brine to cover it and let it sit overnight.
Yesterday afternoon, I pulled it out of the brine, rinsed it, patted it dry and cooked it up:
Let me tell ya…….
DO. NOT. TRUST. THE. POPPER.
This particular bird came with one of those temperature popper thingys. I thought about using my meat thermometer on the bird anyway, but I didn’t. NEVER AGAIN. Take the temperature yourself!!
Half the bird was pink.
EDIT! Ok so I forgot to take out the gibblits bag and that throws off the whole cooking process apparently. Actually I didn’t forget so much as I couldn’t FIND the damn thing and I assumed there wasn’t one. Never assume. It makes an ASS out of U and ME. I actually only found the bag once I had hacked the bird to pieces…..