A Little Underdone
I went to Thanksgiving several years ago at the in-laws. My wife’s aunt is super wannabe Martha Stewart and always spouting new recipes and ideas like she’s the queen of cooking. Frankly, she is really bad at it. Anyhow, she says she’ll take care of the turkey. Sure, why not, right? How can you mess up a whole turkey?
Well, she bought one of those new electric turkey roasters. You throw the turkey in, close the lid, and let it roast. It’s time for dinner, she opens the roaster, and… The turkey is maybe half done. Apparently, the roaster tripped the circuit breaker it was on maybe an hour or two into cooking, nobody checked said turkey to see the roaster was now off, and voila! Pink turkey.
She has her husband carve the danged thing anyhow and try to serve it. I was the guy in the room who said, “No, this is not safe to eat. Nobody, and I mean, nobody eats this. It has to be finished.” And my wife and I took everyone’s plates, dumped all the carved and practically neon-pink turkey into one of those aluminum roasting pans, and blasted it on broil for a bit until it was done. It still sucked, but at least it wasn’t lethal.