It was a struggle to get the giblets out of the bird because, despite two days in the fridge, its guts were still frozen. But Bar finally did it and, covered with tinfoil, it went in the oven at 375 degrees at about 8:30 am. Mrs. Charm frequently had to struggle to get the turkey cooked. So problems with turkeys on their big day are no surprise.
UPDATE: Came out at 1 pm, foil removed and back in for browning for thirty minutes. Was splendid, or as splendid as turkey is. Not my favorite.
I LOVE turkey, not the country, the real deal, the bird, roasted! Happy Thanksgiving!
Thank you. I’m not that big a fan but as long as it’s edible.