I can’t figure out why but each and every year, I can’t seem to remember how to cook the turkey for Thanksgiving or Christmas. Getting wiser with my old age, I decided to write it down the last time. For some reasons, it seems like I found out why I can never remember… Here are my notes:
1. Go buy a turkey.
2. Take a drink of whiskey (scotch, Crown Royal or JD).
3. Put turkey in the oven.
4. Take another 2 drinks of whiskey.
5. Set the degree at 375° ovens.
6. Take 3 more whiskeys of drink.
7. Turn oven the on.
8. Take 4 whisks of drinky.
9. Turk the bastey.
10. Whiskey another bottle of get.
11. Stick a turkey in the thermometer.
12. Glass yourself a pour of whiskey.
13. Bake the whiskey for 4 hours.
14. Take the oven out of the turkey.
15. ake the oven out of the turkey.
16. Floor the turkey up off of the pick.
17. Turk the carvey.
18. Get yourself another scottle of botch.
19. Tet the sable and pour yourself a glass of turkey.
20. Bless the saying, pass and eat out.
Maybe next time I should set-up a video camera? Happy turkey cooking everyone!
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