That seems to be what we do, anyway. Mike fried a turkey Wednesday afternoon.
Mike was a bit of a nervous wreck but he slowly lowered the bird into the hot oil.
It was something he had never attempted before but it immediately started smelling wonderful!
It was something he thought was dangerous.
It was a one-shot deal for our Thanksgiving Feast.
And it was a successful venture!
Despite Mike's trepidation, it turned out quite well.
From this point, I brought the bird into the house and covered him with a tent of aluminum foil.
We ate a sandwich and deviled some eggs before Mike unwrapped the still-warm bird.
Then, bit by bit, Mike carved the old fellow up and placed it on the platter. He said the meat just fell off the bone.
It was moist, juicy, and tasty!
It was a venture that will surely be repeated.