Thanksgivitovah!

People, I'm cooking this year and get this: the turkey is 24 pounds. Almost 25. I've already started defrosting. I have my brine mix ready and my Turkey Paste from Williams-Sonoma. I've not ever used either, but my NYC pals swear by it. Gravy is being outsourced to the local gourmet market. Mashed sweet potatoes are being done by the local BBQ joint. All other sides are being done by pals. But I have the STAR of the show, the turkey! What was I thinking? For a few years now, I've done the pre-cooked ones from the market. They are...eh. This year, since my pal Jan moved into a killer new house with a gigantic kitchen, I'm once again biting the bullet and cooking. the. turkey. YIKES! I promise to take pictures. I would like to tell you that the picture accompanying this post was done by a child, but sadly, no, I just did it 5 minutes ago in PAINT. Let's hope my turkey skills are better. More to come on this, for sure.