So there are certain foods that every time means an automatic phone call to my mom. Although I am off today all I've done so far is cook and clean. I got a free turkey from work and I figured I would make early thanksgiving. So in the end I am making full shabbos. This is my 3rdish turkey I've ever made in my life. The first one I remember my coworkers telling me I should make stuffing to which my comment was I can't in good conscience stick my hand up a turkey's butt. I feel like I'm doing enough to it as it is.
This morning I woke up after sleeping a ridiculous amount of time last night. Spoke to my dad who said my mom was in PTA conferences. I called her asked her to call me back while I was waiting I made 5 pumpkin pies, 10ish mini pumpkin pie cupcakes, rugelach batter. Finally about 11 call my mom again and go help. Yet again we're trying to figure out which way the turkey goes. Yes I know its breast side is up but which side is that? So I thought back to my days working at a camp that was housed on a farm. Same side as the legs. Ok. Put spices on. Went uh oh need to remove a oven rack. Burned my finger. The good news the turkey is now up... The bad news is my hand went up a turkey's butt yet again.
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