Back around Thanksgiving or Christmas (can't remember now which one) Patrick's work gave us a turkey. I love turkey. I'm just terrified of cooking my own turkey. I used to have a hard time touching raw meat to cut it. Watching my mom make meatloaf amazes me. I have the hardest time sticking my hands in a bowl of raw meat and squishing it all around with some eggs, ketchup, and oatmeal. It kind of makes me sick just thinking about it.
This why nearly two or more months after getting this turkey it still sits in our freezer. Taking up lots of space. I just don't want to dig out the gizzard and all that other fun stuff inside that I'd rather imagine was never there. So if any of you super women out there would like to encourage me in this endeavor or shoot even come help me, I'd love it.
I'm sure Patrick would like some turkey sandwiches for lunch these coming weeks and I'd like a little more room in my freezer. So bring on the encouragement (or help).