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November 27, 2014

With my frightening horse-sized hypodermic needle, I am injecting cider into the birds this year.

Breasts, legs, wings, and under the skin. Once in the beginning, again when half-done. They are not Butterball, just plain fresh turkeys. One is 20 lbs and one is 26 lbs. That's a big turkey. Good leftovers for all. On the grill, I have plain charcoal and I am keeping some oak and apple logs burning and smoking on top of the charcoal. Nice smelling smoke wafting around for a country mile, as light snow falls. That's Yankeeland Thanksgiving. And the Indian Pudding is in the oven. While things are cooking this morning... - Maggie's Farm

Posted by gerardvanderleun at November 27, 2014 7:57 AM. This is an entry on the sideblog of American Digest: Check it out.

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Should have used rum.

Posted by: Vermont Woodchuck [TypeKey Profile Page] at November 27, 2014 9:09 AM

Wow, I just ate a fantastic meal with family, but your description is awesome! Happy Thanks Giving!

Posted by: DawgOne [TypeKey Profile Page] at November 27, 2014 12:27 PM

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