Just as the potatoes were being placed onto the burner, I fessed up and told my dinner partner about the turkey and its journey to my stove.
You get yourself all suspicious and freaked out and soon we could not eat it. Cooked chicken breasts instead.
Thanks for the fast advice, note to Des, it was covered with the top to the pan all the time in that photo, I think my oven may be a higher temp than
what it is saying/set.
I will close with a poem.
I cut it thick and I cut it thin,
There was a hint of a smirk running across my chin.
I whipped some spuds, I wanted pie,
It smelt so good, there was a tear in the dogs eye.
She first said OK,then thought some more,
If the madness continued, she'd head for the door.
To the freezer I jumped, and out I got,
Out popped some chicken, it then met the pot.
A sub in was found and in the end,
I will never pop turkey in the snow again.
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