oceantheorem | Finale

Well. That actually wasn't as hard as I thought it was going to be. All told, I called my mother less than ten times. And I now have a gorgeous browned turkey sitting on the one and only counter in my teeny tiny grad student kitchen. If I can figure out how to upload pictures from my phone, I'll post them.

The last question is--do I start eating it now, or do I wait for tomorrow?

EDIT:
I did the only thing you can do when you've spent four or five hours messing with a nine-pound bird. I ate a drumstick.

I think it was the single most delicious thing I've ever eaten. Not because I'm such a fantastic cook--because I'm not--and it was a little dry on the outsides. It was so delicious because I made it. I never cook anything! Kitchens don't like me! Foil won't wrap around things for me, and soap ends up in my butter. So the fact that this drumstick is golden brown and edible--not just edible, but actually tasty--just blows my mind.

Now I want to make all sorts of things. Steaks and fancy salads and chicken cordon bleu and anything else I can think of. What do I like to eat? I'm going to make a list and then I'm going to start buying ingredients, because MAN that turkey tastes good, and I want all my food to taste like that.