Over the last several years, I’ve been an apprentice fry cook specializing in turkeys. Gary has patiently schooled me in his ways and taught me the complex craft. Now that he has moved back to Alaska permanently, it was my turn to carefully measure oil levels using the biggest bird displacement method, calculate cook times, and wield the thermometer.

Since my family was celebrating Thanksgiving on Wednesday night, I arrived early to setup my frying station. It was time to drop in the lucky bird. (And when I say “drop in” I mean “lower very carefully and slowly to avoid being on one of those fried turkey explosion videos on YouTube” kind of drop in.)
I ended up frying four turkeys that evening, and they all turned out great.

We enjoyed hanging out with all the extended family that night and enjoying a delicious meal together and playing games.

On Thanksgiving Day, we didn’t have any plans at all which was really nice. We went to the neighborhood “Turkey Bowl” and played some football. Drew left, complaining that the big boys wouldn’t ever give him the ball (totally true, Jake use to make the same complaint). Then the weather turned and the storm started.
Once again my training came in handy. I setup a shelter out back and prepared to fry our family dinner Thanksgiving turkey no matter what the elements threw at us.

We decided to try something new with our turkey, so after thoroughly drying and preparing our turkey, we pierced it with toothpicks, and then injected melted butter deep into the meat with a syringe. It turned out delicious. The butter really added to the flavor and consistency of the turkey.
We then sat down and enjoyed a lovely Thanksgiving meal together. We missed having Jake with us, and by the time he is back I will be looking to tutor an apprentice of my own.

Happy Thanksgiving!







































