@Alfred What's "spatchcock?"
16 still hasn't named the bird, so bird bird bird, bird is the word.
Fred was the largest of his kin. As I scanned over the other frozen turkey carcasses, they all seemed to regard him with some reverence. He had been placed upright in the middle of the frozen food island, and was probably giving an important speech when I plucked him from his audience.
I think he was giving tips for reprogramming the oven from within, and I stopped him just in time, thus saving Thanksgiving for many families.
In this story, Fred is a nefarious turkey villain.
@Alfred Create an image of an evil turkey villain who can only be stopped by diligently cooking him.
The good news: Fred has been successfully transferred to the fridge.
The potentially disconcerting news: He's already begun to work his way out of his industrial plastic wrap, like some kind of prehistoric creature emerging from a brightly labelled shell.
This makes him a leak hazard. Luckily, we have a massive stock pot on hand that will both contain his dastardly seepage and severely increase the level of escape difficulty.
He's still frozen pretty solid, and is unlikely to thaw in time for his Big Day, so I will slightly increase the brining time to make up the difference.
Drowning him in his last bath ever will almost certainly kill him, you know, if he is merely pretending to be dead like an allegedly evil turkey villain.
NGL, I will feel much better about Fred after he's been completely dismembered.
A Step-by-Step Guide to Carving the Perfect #Thanksgiving Turkey
https://www.lifehacker.com/food-drink/best-way-to-carve-thanksgiving-turkey
I'm basically going to have to do a seance before using anything that's been stored in the fridge with Fred.
That sounds exhausting, so tonight's dinner is being made only with pantry ingredients.
He might be able to persuade the dairy to turn against me, but he can't do a damned thing about the beans.
You can see it now, can't you?
I go to innocently open the fridge door, and a blur of naked turkey (probably cackling) crashes through the window glass before darting off (still cackling) into the forest.
And I'm just standing there, looking at this turkey trebuchet that has somehow been fashioned out of condiments, with a very confused and stupid look on my face.