We fried that sommabeech. But good.
It was cold, coldest it’s been all winter. So cold the wind drove us into the garage,and we shut the damn garage door 7/8of the way. Butt chafing cold.
The irony of us, huddled around the blazing burner and bubbling grease barrel, while our wives sat around the fireplace inside was lost on this group. We shoulda been together, watching that sucker roast. In. The. Oven.
Look, I love the novelty of a properly fried turkey as much as the next guy. It’s kinda like fried chicken, but without the breading. Breading and stuffing dont work in a fried bird of this kinda size.
Ok, it’s actually more closely related to the rotisserie cooked chicken. Succulent skin, moist meat, great scent.
But….an over roasted bird fills the house with the lovable aroma of awesome, allows for a proper length of stuffing, and keeps all the menfolk in the house- NOT in the sub zero garage. Chrissakes it was cold! Their dog was outside and you could see her breath. Dunno about the rest of us, but the dog was visible proof-Get your hairyasses inside!
Fools.
Next time it’s gonna be DAT cold, we get that sucker back in the oven.
The old fashioned way.