I had a major fail today.
After a few days of defrosting and a dry brine, I put it in the oven to roast... and it came out horrible. I do not know if it was a freezer burn issue or it was bad before or after the freezer, but it was Not Good.
And I found this out about an hour before the start of our Super Bowl party.
As I broke the news to my spouse, I was sort of struggling not to scream. Instead I just had to laugh. Maybe a little hysterically.
Then I found my shoes, got in the car, and went to the grocery store that was nearly day-before-a-hurricane busy. Marinated chicken fajitas and tortillas--mischief managed.
I got home and the turkey was still far too hot to toss. I considered a shroud. Yes, I mourned an entree.
Spouse made this note instead, reasoning that we didn't want our guests inadvertently snitching a taste.
In the end we had plenty of food and everyone was happy. And soon enough one of our younger guests put a pic of the turkey on Snapchat. "Miss Katy! Twenty-three people viewed my story!"