We’ve all heard the horror stories. Thanksgiving morning and the turkey is rock solid. I’d even go so far as to say that I’ve always thought there was something not quite right about the people who end up in that situation. I certainly never thought it could happen to me.
And yet, what do I find this morning? You guessed it, the bird was arctic! Can you say cliché?
The packaging suggested a cold-water bath for quick thawing. At a half hour per pound quick in this case came out to 7 hrs for my Seven hours?!? Plus three to cook him? That would be just in time for breakfast before early bird shopping on Black Friday!
What to do now? I’d planned a surprise Thanksgiving dinner for a friend and now I had no turkey. What kind of surprise is that? Well, I guess that could BE the surprise. “Surprise! There’s no turkey!”
It took everything I had not to be melodramatic. The words were on the tip of my tongue…*sob*Thanksgiving’s ruined!*sob* I even searched the web hoping for some holiday help.
My heart jumped; there was something about cooking a frozen turkey if it was unstuffed at a higher temp and if you could get the insides out. With that stipulation my hopes were dashed. My bird’s legs were closed tighter than a virgin in church.
I had some chicken breasts in the freezer. I could make chicken. I mean it’s not turkey, but it is still poultry. Besides, it’s the thought that counts. Right? (Hmpf!) Who am I kidding I needed turkey.
I’d pretty much resigned myself to a chicken-little Thanksgiving, when I decided to give Mr. Gobble one last shot. With some prying and praying I found he was thawed enough to clean out. Hallelujah, a true Thanksgiving miracle!
Ok now to bake the pie, roast the potatoes, put together the Cassata cake, mix the peas and mushrooms, throw the Stovetop on the stove top, fix the spinach casserole, do a load of laundry and take a shower. (Yes, I know I leave too much until the last minute)
Hmm, 1:32 and Mr. Gobble’s looking decent, could I actually make the 2pm deadline? Well, maybe 2:30, 3ish. Heck, that’s 2 o’clock in my world anyway.
Guess it all worked out after all. Glad I didn’t get too worked up about it. *wink*
