Turkey Time

Some of the most tiring but best times Mike and I spend together are while we are getting ready for family functions.  We go and go and go and then, we just drop!

That seems to be what we do, anyway.  Mike fried a turkey Wednesday afternoon. 

We soaked the bird in a brine overnight.  Then, Mike rinsed the bird and set him to dry.  Next, we slathered him with mustard and rubbed him with Cajun spices before Mike's frying venture began.

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.