"If it flies, it fries." Well, since most turkeys can't fly anymore, I guess this doesn't fit. But, it's as good a motto as any. Since a couple folks complained about a lack of health food, my BIL said next year's motto should be "You coulda had a V-8!"
First, you have to have the commemorative T-shirt.
From there, it's fry birds, snack as they come out, and just sit around, BS, and enjoy the day.
A little of this:
And a lot of this:
Overall, we fried 5 turkeys, from 10.25 lbs to 14.5 lbs. We ate 2, while the others were bagged up for later munching.
Sides? Well, there weren't any. We had a load of snacks, like cheese, salami, and some chips 'n dips. But no organized meal. No plated pics, either, for the same reason.
Me, I decided to try my hand at homemade marshmallows. We were going to have a chocolate fountain for dessert, but it was vetoed. Still, here's the pics.
As you can see, my daughter gave 'em a thumbs up. BTW, that string from my wife's hand to my daughter in pic 3? That's a strand of marshmallow. Sticky, but tasty.
Well, *they* were. The door was open, and by the time we got there, they'd already set up in the garage and had a bird in the oil. I told them it was safer outside, but with winds averaging 30 MPH, gusts over 45, they couldn't erect a windblock that would hold. With the space around them, and the fact that the oil was *never* left unattended, they felt they would be safe.
