The one time I cooked a turkey (I was still with my ex, and it was his idea. Except I did ALL the work). I cleaned it, made stuffing. Stuffed that bitch up. It barely fit in my oven, burnt my hands getting it out. Basted it.

It turned out great, for my first and only time. The only “bad” thing was the skin wasn’t crispy. But the meat was so juicy and delicious, so I consider it a win… Even if his family were very blasé about my work and praised him… For standing in the kitchen dry retching while I cleaned the turkey I guess 🤷🏼‍♀️😂😂