Now tell me if I’m wrong, but if someone was advertising a whole freshly butchered turkey, wouldn’t you assume you were getting a whole FRESH turkey, as in not the frozen kind? Well I made this assumption last year, and apparently I was wrong. What happened next led to what will forever be known in my family as the Great Turkey Misunderstanding of 2012.
Last year my parents came all the way to WA to see us for Thanksgiving. Since it had been awhile since we’d all been in the same state, I planned this big glorious over the top feast. Naturally. At the center of it all was a $107 16lb. bird from a local butcher, that was supposedly all-natural, organic, cage free, and raised on grain grown in fields fertilized by fairies and unicorn poop. Or something like that. But most importantly, it was supposed to be freshly butchered, whatever that means.
I arranged to pick up the freshly butchered bird the night before Thanksgiving, as in like 12 minutes before the butcher closed. I had very little room to spare in the refrigerator, and I figured I wasn’t going to need any time to thaw a freshly butchered bird, so I didn’t foresee this last minute pickup as being an issue. So I get the turkey home and open the box, and I realize it feels kind of cool to the touch. Except that’s a total lie and it actually felt like an ice cube. Sure enough, I opened the plastic package and discovered the turkey was frozen solid.
I called the butcher fully intending to leave a very angry message on their after hours voicemail, but instead this sweet older gentleman answered the phone. And as soon as I heard his voice, the tears just started to fall. I explained to him that I thought I was getting a real fresh turkey, not a frozen one, and what was I going to do with 16lbs. of frozen bird that was supposed to be on my dining room table in approximately 16 hours?! He totally calmed me down and explained some butcher mumbo jumbo jargon about how it’s actually illegal to sell truly fresh turkeys. Even if they butcher them that same day, they still need to be frozen to a certain temperature before they can be sold. He also told me it was safe to thaw it out in a sink full of cool water, so long as I drained and refilled it every so often, and even helped me calculate exactly how long this process would take. He basically made me see that the world wasn’t ending and Thanksgiving was still on it’s way. And for that, I am still very thankful.
The turkey wound up turning out just fine. Looking back I completely blame the whole thing on the fact that my Mom was in town, because if my Mom is around a culinary catastrophe of epic proportions is bound to happen with approximately 99.7% certainty. P.S. Love ya Mom! And yes, I’m just kidding, that one was totally my bad.
This year I’m thankful for many things. I’m especially thankful that this year someone else is doing the cooking for Thanksgiving, because even though it’s been an entire year since the Great Turkey Misunderstanding of 2012, the episode is still fresh (not frozen!) in my mind. I’m thankful for some wonderful people who came into our life this year, who helped #1 and #2 grow by leaps and bounds with their speech and communication issues. I’m thankful for the crazies, for my husband who is everything to me, and for the fact that we all have each other and our health. I’m thankful we got to travel so much this year, and that we moved back to the east coast and are closer to my family. I’m thankful for new friends made through blogging, and reconnecting with old friends, and I’m also so very thankful that so many of you actually read what I write and try my recipes. That really means so much to me, more than y’all probably know. I hope all of you have a Happy Thanksgiving!