two big turkeys....

coming down.

I saw them today...two big ones lying side by side at Bubba's office ready to be dressed, marinated, and then fried on Thursday morning.

My brother Frankie and Bubba have a ritual that they go through every year.

First its the phone calls about getting the turkeys,
then it progresses to the serious matter of oil, cooking utensils and pots as well as the cooker itself to be set up in Frankie's yard.

Bubba is in charge of the turkeys until it is time to fry them. He defrosts, and cleans, and dresses, and marinates them in wine. They are his babies for about three days.

The real event takes place starting early in the morning of Thanksgiving Day.
The smaller turkey goes in first......this has become known as the "pickin" turkey.
It is taken out to cool and the larger bird is lowered into the grease.
While that turkey is cooking these two commence to "pick" the smaller turkey to the bone.
It is such a gruesome "man" thing.

Then other things start going into the grease like whole sausages on sticks.
During this time they are wildly happy like no other time in their lives.
This once yearly ritual is a fulfillment of every man's wildest dreams concerning meat.

The bird does taste so good right out of the hot grease I have to admit.
Every now and then they offer to let the women have a morsel.

cathy