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>giblet gravy
You just gave anon flashbacks to a scary Thanksgiving, it was borderline tragic.
Anon's house smelled fantastic all day and when it was time to pull the bird out of the oven:the oven was never turned onit was the giblets cooking that was smelling.
Solution: My uncooked bird went to the ex-spouse's house and a turkey exchange was made because that one was cooked. The stepmonster went and traded the birds upon approval and anon remains grateful to this day.
Grandma's cornbread dressing wasn't in it, it wasn't a 20 lb bird but we ate.
Anon's Dad acted like anon did it on purpose. Every single year it was something. This was the worst except the first one. I cooked the first one according to 2 cooks:
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Mom- cook it 8 hours, get up in the middle of a perfectly good night and shove stuffing up a turkey's ass
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Friend; Don't get out of bed, use a cooking bag and be done in under 3 hours.
Anon chose both. Oops.
All future years involved a cooking bag and the turkey was fantastic, the sleep was uninterrupted and the turkey was properly molested after coffee.
Anon only figured out how to tuck those wings a couple of years ago. It's so easy, anon is so stupid…