FRY DADDY
It's Thanksgiving, which means it's time to put the turkey fryer to use again.
Despite my family's fearful instincts to do otherwise.
Last year was the first time I attempted to fry one of those bad boys. Every relative and friend fully expected me to burn the house down, so there were some stipulations...
![Turkey1.jpg](http://sidesalad.net/archives/Turkey1.jpg)
1. I had to put the damn thing far enough away so as not to catch fire to anything that wasn't insured.
2. I had to have it resting on a surface which would absorb flying flecks of oil.
3. I had to leave the country if I did indeed burn the house down.
So, it's safe to say I was a little hesitant to cook the damn thing. As a precaution, I bought two turkeys. One to test, the other to eat.
![Turkey2.jpg](http://sidesalad.net/archives/Turkey2.jpg)
The test turkey came out just fine. A little underdone, but edible. And microwavable, I might add.
There was no incident. Nothing burned. Nothing was singed. No body parts were lost. No passport out of the country was needed.
![Turkey4.jpg](http://sidesalad.net/archives/Turkey4.jpg)
That didn't stop the self appointed Safety Politburo from standing a considerable distance away from the second turkey while showing great gobs of non-verbal concern for everyone's medical well-being. Except for the dog. He could have cared less.
And what was the result?
![Turkey5.jpg](http://sidesalad.net/archives/Turkey5.jpg)
Another perfect turkey. Delicious. Attractive. And non-scarring.
Of course there was the minor incident of me dropping the lifting hook into the boiling oil. But all was well after I ran to the garage and fished the turkey from the kettle with a Fiskars yard rake.
White-trash cooking never tasted so good.
Posted by Jeff at November 25, 2004 11:47 AM
| TrackBack