Friday morning I wasn't too rushed. I knew I had plenty of time since were weren't eating until 6pm or so.
That doesn't mean I didn't have about 4 panic attacks, mainly about the turkey...
First - I had placed it in the brining solution Thursday after we got home from Palestine...
So the turkey sat in the bag for about 12 hours or so, and I turned it shortly after I got out of bed.
I had never eaten a brined turkey and I had never brined one, so this was all news to me. I opened the oven... took a deep breath and shoved the turkey inside. Then left it alone and didn't even look at it for about 3.5 hours.
Then he looked like this:
In the end - it was GORGEOUS, juicy, and proved to me that brining a turkey is well worth it.
Then we ate. All 8 of us shoved in my kitchen. I need a bigger house..
Don went a little crazy and made 4 pies!
Cherry!
Pecan (with Kahlua!)
Pumpkin!
Apple!
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