Alternate Titles: They See Me Rollin'Hi, I'm B...
and I'm scared of turkeys.
Not the live ones (ok, if I ever saw one in real life, I probably would be afraid of it) but the frozen kind you get at the grocery store.
You see, I've never cooked a turkey in my whole life. (Defrosting for days? Pulling out a sack of guts?! Basting?!?! shudder.)
Two years ago, I hosted Christmas Day dinner for the in-laws. I took the "easy" way out and bought everything pre-made from the grocery store. Everything was going smoothly until I realized that I had to heat up the turkey and I didn't own a pan big enough to do that! E actually went out on Christmas day to try to buy something, but of course, everything was closed. The turkey that year was served, in chunks, from the crockpot!
That story got me out of cooking a turkey for my church's Thanksgiving dinner this year (and gave our church secretary quite a laugh). Unfortunately, it didn't save me, when, a couple of days later, it was decided that I would host Thanksgiving for my in-laws at my house this year. AHHHHHHH!!
Thankfully, my SIL volunteered to do the turkey, and everyone else is bringing something. All I'm in charge of is the candied yams, 3 pies, gravy and cranberry sauce (both canned), and the bread.
My creative bread last year was a flop (check it out, it makes me laugh) but this year, I've got the perfect plan, turkey rolls! (Another version here)
So now I am making a turkey for Thanksgiving!
Conquering fear, that's how I roll. (get it? roll!)