|She was an all right bird.|
It all started on Monday when we went in search of our fresh turkey. There was some confusion about whether there was a fresh turkey available at the first place we went to, so Feraz and I ended up at different butchers. While I was trying to justify buying an 18 pound turkey to myself (the only size the other butcher had), I got a call from Feraz saying that the original butcher had found a 12 pound turkey. What? Found it? "Lets get it!" I told him.
As we were walking around Safeway gathering up last minute groceries, Feraz looked at me in pity.
"What is it?" I asked.
"I feel bad for you. Cooking the turkey is going to be nasty."
"Yeah. But I've done chickens before. I'll get through it."
"But you have to cut the head off this time."
THE HEAD IS STILL ON THE TURKEY?!
I may have said some things to Feraz that I'm not proud of. But really, if you are at a butcher, shouldn't you ask him to take the head off???
|This guy is lucky he is so cute.|
In the end, in a few days of complete head cold haze, the turkey, the chicken biryani, the trifle dessert and all the sides got made. And best of all, I got to spend time with some of the people I love most. Pictures below!
|Photo courtesy of my sister.|
|Carving in style.|
|I love my mom. She added "Taco" to the Celebrity bowl.|
|The awesome photographer!|