Turkey Moon

That is a picture of my turkey, backside up, soaking in a brine composed of vegetable stock, tons of kosher salt, light brown sugar, all spice, peppercorns and ginger. There it will stay overnight until I cook the motherfucker. From there it will go to my uncle’s house where the unappreciative bastards I call my family will scarf it down while I sit there fretting whether the meat tastes good or not.

Why did I get roped into doing this again?