A recent post on CH reminded me of this true to life encounter:
A couple years back it was my responsibility to prepare the Thanksgiving bird. I thoroughly researched and experimented and decided on the following procedures: to brine the turkey (a la Alton?) and wrap in cheese cloth (a la Martha?).
So the turkey is in one of those tall white pails soaking in the brine solution in the bath tub. I'd been hitting the adult holiday libations pretty hard that night. When it was time to flip the bird, I stumbled out of bed, in my underwear, without my glasses, and half-drunk / half-asleep. As I lifted the turkey, my bare feet slipped on the porcelain, and I came crashing down in the tub, the turkey on top of me. I thrashed and struggled mightily against the fowl. Unfortunately, my wife was roused by this ruckus, and still claims that she found me sodomizing the poor turkey in the shower!
It was one gorgeous bird.
Ahh - holiday memories.