Today’s words: oven, explosion, “for the record”
For the record, I wanted it known I had never before cooked a turkey. It was a risk I knew and what made it even for dicey was my dislike for turkey.
We had an American friend staying over who had mentioned how much he missed Thanksgiving and so we thought to ease his burden and homesickness we’d at least make an effort.
It’s not a celebration in my country though we have plenty to be thankful for. Sun, surf and sand being three that spring to mind.
It was easy to buy a frozen turkey at the local supermarket, and I read up on how best to cook it. Once I had it ready, I realised how big a bird it was and then found it just fitted into the oven.
Our friend from across the pond suggested a few things that were part of his tradition, and we made an effort to secure them for him. After all, why do things half arsed I said to my house companion.
As always when there was food being prepared at our place, there was a bottle of wine opened, and we enjoyed sharing it and commenting on how good it was, even when it was only okay, as we could never afford the really good stuff.
After a few glasses, we lost track of the time. There was an almighty explosion from within the oven and something I had never before witnessed occurred.
The turkey by now pretty well done had blown apart, and bits were stuck on the door and every other difficult place to clean.
I didn’t think it was possible for that to happen and I reminded everyone, just for the record, that this was now my one and only time baking a turkey for any occasion.
We stood around looking at the state of the oven and more so the state of the turkey which was by now looking less desirous as a meal. In it’s exploded state the only solution seemed to open another bottle of the best we could afford.