We bought another big turkey on Monday, because it was about 48 cents per pound or something like that. We decided that we want it done around lunch tomorrow, so using my mom's cooking method (but without the brine) it cooks for fifteen hours at 200 degrees, and I need to start it right about now. When Jeff and I discussed me starting the turkey, earlier today, it seemed like a good idea, very rational. But now it's time to actually pull the turkey out of the fridge. And take it out of the wrapping. And reach in and pull out the giblets. And have my hands all over that gooey, cold, raw bird. And my nausea is just bubbling up in anticipation. Or is it dread...
Sigh, I guess I'd better get it over with. I really wish Jeff just didn't have to work - he could take care of it. But when I brought that up with him, he reminded me that if he didn't work, we'd get no money, and get evicted for not paying rent, and end up living in the gutter, etc. So he went to work anyway. And left me to deal with that huge raw turkey despite the fact that my morning sickness is at its daily worst right now. Sigh. Here I go, wish me luck.
***Update: I did it. And it was gross. But I survived, and my nausea did not get the better of me. That's going to be one tender, tasty turkey when it's done.***
2 comments:
Thanks for the motivation! I have a frozen turkey that I really need to get going, but was dreading it for much the same reasons. Great job...can't wait to hear how it turned out!
Ah! You didn't mention that you had to process the said turkey.... sorry it was that gross! I have a hard time with all the giblets and stuff too. Something to do with the smell I think.
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