As many of you already know, we went back to the South for Thanksgiving. It was great. We were around family and friends, and the weather was so warm. My mom would beg to differ about the weather part, but coming from temperatures that are hazardous to your skin, I say Georgia was warm.
At first, we were not going back to Georgia for Thanksgiving because my parents had went on a health-kick and all the delicious greasy food would have to be healthy. My parents health-kick didn't include eating meat sparingly, eating veggies and drinking water. They literally became the healthiest people I know- whole grain everything, veggies, fruits, water, fat-free milk, exercising, and barely any meat. They would say they eat meat, but its the fake kind made out of beans (vegetarian style) and not from an animal. Well the meat part concerned Tanner and I, you know since it was Thanksgiving and the masterpiece on the table should be the fat turkey and not the furkey (fake turkey) that my parents wanted. We wanted the real thing. It didn't take much convincing and my parents gave in. They would rather have us instead.
On this particular holiday, we gave Tanner the task of cooking the turkey. I know many of you experts (Meghan) are probably thinking that's a piece of cake, but he had to deep-fry it. He was very excited and for the rest of our lives we will probably have deep-fried turkey for Thanksgiving.
At first, we were not going back to Georgia for Thanksgiving because my parents had went on a health-kick and all the delicious greasy food would have to be healthy. My parents health-kick didn't include eating meat sparingly, eating veggies and drinking water. They literally became the healthiest people I know- whole grain everything, veggies, fruits, water, fat-free milk, exercising, and barely any meat. They would say they eat meat, but its the fake kind made out of beans (vegetarian style) and not from an animal. Well the meat part concerned Tanner and I, you know since it was Thanksgiving and the masterpiece on the table should be the fat turkey and not the furkey (fake turkey) that my parents wanted. We wanted the real thing. It didn't take much convincing and my parents gave in. They would rather have us instead.
On this particular holiday, we gave Tanner the task of cooking the turkey. I know many of you experts (Meghan) are probably thinking that's a piece of cake, but he had to deep-fry it. He was very excited and for the rest of our lives we will probably have deep-fried turkey for Thanksgiving.
Warning: Violent pictures..Parental Discretion is Advised
Say hi to our turkey, Mr. Turkey!
Tanner and Daryl giving the turkey his yearly shots of the "brown stuff".
Tanner and Daryl giving the turkey his yearly shots of the "brown stuff".
If only Mr. Turkey could talk right now. I wonder what he would say.
I didn't like this as much as he did. I was left speechless by the amount of damage that was done... 
When the temperature was right, into the peanut oil he went. 
Deeper and deeper into the pot..Oh and never deep-fry a turkey under a porch like we did. We had an excuse: it was raining. 
Well you cant see him now but he is just relaxing in the hot tub.
MEANWHILE......
..the women (mom and I) were slaving away in the kitchen. Here she is still trying to push the veggies on me.
..and my dad was riding around the yard on his new tractor, Red Hog.
45 mins passed and Mr. Turkey was ready to come out of the hot tub.
Look at that nice golden tan!.....(this is what you'll look like if you spend too much time in the tanning bed)
..and drum roll please......
The masterpiece at our table...(he was thirsty too).
I dedicate my first blog to Meghan for so many reasons.
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