Turkey Throwdown - Part II

So - I'm sure that you are all just completely on the edge of your seats, yes?
(if you are clueless, you may want to go back & read Part I)

The suspense is absolutely killing you, right?

Did Greg win? Did Jen win? Did anyone cry?



NO WAY! Are you kidding me?
Dragging it out is SO much more FuN!

Did she take out the turkey & tuck in the wings?

Did the Muffin Man make a guest appearance?

Did anyone burn themselves?

Are they still married?

SO many questions!

and so, the Throwdown resumes...

6:12am: Jen says to herself - "Just leave well enough alone" & curses the Muffin Man...and the stupid turkey wings...&@!%$...*deep breath*...more Diet Coke...

6:13am: Greg walks into kitchen, taking a little break from the cold weather, and mischievously places his frozen fingers on Jen's bare back...while laughing...and tickling...and laughing.

Greg continues to be in Jen's way, seemingly intending to be irritating only, rummaging through every cabinet and drawer...I really don't think that he needed a darn thing...

6:14am: Jen takes back control of the kitchen.

7:15am: Time for a Turkey Temp Check!

Jen's bird: 109 degrees ~ Greg's bird: 101 degrees

Meanwhile, Jen is preparing the other 11 dishes,
that will also be served alongside our beautifully brined birds.

8:15am: Time for another Turkey Temp Check!

Greg comes inside & does the freezing cold hand thing...again.

Jen's bird: 143 degrees ~ Greg's bird: I have no clue.

* Honestly, at this point, I am so stressed out that my bird is cooking SO fast...and my oven is only set at 225degrees...WHAT is happening? I do the math (well, sorta) and become REALLY anxious because it is apparent that Tom is going to be "done"...WAaaaaaaaaaay to soon!! *

8:20am: Jen considers downing a small portion of the "Jack Daniels" she has sitting out on the counter for the Whiskey Glazed Carrots...hey, just a tiny bit...not like I'm gonna be all schnockered at lunch with my parents & my kiddos or anything - Calm down, friends...I'm not quite THAT stressed.

To clarify: No, I did NOT drink any whiskey at 8:20am - I swear.
(did you SERIOUSLY think that I would?)

8:30am: Jen begins to prepare the table, runs upstairs to throw on some make-up (trust me, this is a NECESSARY step), curses the Muffin Man, makes the bed, cleans the downstairs toilet, & completes other random tedious tasks.

Let's take a little peek at Greg's bird, shall we?

Hmmm...well, Jen must admit...Greg's hen is coming along nicely!
*notice the secret pan, covered in foil...behind the turkey*

9:00am: Jen calls to check & see what time Poppa, Nanny, and the kiddos will arrive.

(secretly hoping that they might be ready for lunch at around 10:00am...considering the fact that Tom is now at 154 degrees).

9:15am: Jen begins to realize that she could have slept in for at least another 60-90 minutes...and curses the Muffin Man...again.

I'm afraid to even take a peek at the digital meat thermometer that I have strategically placed into Tom's torso...surely my turkey is not going to be at prime temperature...at 9:30am?

SAY IT ISN'T SO...

and, yep - YOU guessed it...



Stay tuned for the Throwdown Finale ~
Coming Soon!