Every Thanksgiving I try a different way to survive the turkey. I start it early, the timer pops, not one but two digital thermometers register the correct temp, I brine, I tent, I baste and I turn. Some years I even order the damn thing (always day old and dry).
This bad boy? He mocked me. Everything looked and seemed perfect until we went to carve him. Not once back in the oven, but twice!
Turkey aside, this was a wonderful holiday filled with family and friends. I hope you all had the same.