Despite all signs to the contrary, my feast was prepared at about the time I had planned. I made a significant strategic error by baking my chocolate cake this morning- as I was about to put it in the oven, I realized that its baking time would conflict with putting the turkey in. I crossed my fingers and hope my bird would roast fast this year. You know how sometimes it just cooks faster (or slower) that expected?
After I put the cake in, I decided to use my 32 minutes by running down for a coffee & paper, gas up the car, and stop at Walgreens for tissues & trash bags, and ended up back home 7-1/2 minutes late. And don’t you know one of the instructions was “Don’t over bake!” Crossed my fingers again, and lo and behold: it was delicious. Very tall and fudgy. I gave 2 hefty slices to Bob & his son in their care packages.
And my turkey came out yummy as well. I left the legs loose, and it came out a bit obscene, though it’s a bit hard to tell from the angle of the photo:
Remains of the day:
Now I’m stuffed!