At Least The House Smelled Good

Cooked a turkey last night. Well... let's try that again.

Overcooked a turkey last night.

It is only the second or third turkey I've ever made, and in the interest of full disclosure, my mom helped out quite a bit with getting it ready (removing the stuff, stuff other stuff into the hole where the stuff was, touching the raw turkey, you know, just some little details).

Raw poultry is a big reason why I was vegetarian for a while.

Anyway, I overcooked it. It looked beautiful, but was dry and chewing a piece caused all of the moisture in my mouth to be sucked out. It kind of ruined the dining experience for me. Sigh.

We have a ton of turkey leftover, but I really wasn't in the mood to eat it again tonight, so I fell off the wagon and got drive-through. Need to make sure that doesn't happen again. It is expensive and gross, and totally NOT worth the time and energy I think I'm saving. Duh, Jenny.

On a positive note, Max loved the turkey. Said, "Mommy, this is the BEST turkey I've EVER had!" What a sweet little liar.