Gobble, Gobble

At the ripe ole age of 31 I have finally cooked my first turkey. Every year our church's Altar Society hosts the Annual Turkey Dinner. Each member of the parish is asked to help and is assigned different duties. In the past I have always baked two apple pies. Well this year Greg and I got upgraded to Turkey cookers. You have to pick your turkey up on the designated day, thaw it out, cook it and return to the church to be cut up. Greg and I were both nervous, we had never cooked a turkey before. After consulting with Janet, who consulted with her mother, we decided we could handle it. We cut up onions and celery, rubbed the bird down with vegetable oil and seasoning and placed it in a big oven bag.

At 11:00 Friday night we placed the turkey in a 325 degree oven and went to bed. We set the alarm for 5:00. Greg woke up at 4:30 to the heavenly smell of turkey. The whole house smelled like Thanksgiving. He checked on the turkey and the little red thing had popped out meaning the turkey was finished cooking. Out of the oven it came and back to bed he went. Eight o'clock the next morning Greg very proudly delivered our first turkey to the church.