Dammit! We’re having a happy Thanksgiving Experience.
Pride beaming from my face, I removed the perfectly browned turkey from the oven. I placed the roasting pan on a hot pad on the center island. There the turkey rested, spotlighted as guests came to check it out. Smiles and nods of approval fed my poultry prowess. It was time to carve. I sharpened the knife for effect. Positioning the blade on the front right breast, I slowly drew the knife along the breastbone. Easily slicing through the meat,…
