Thanksgiving was the day before we left for Disney World. It's really no wonder that it somehow got overlooked in the posting. Combine that with the fact that I forgot to get the pictures off Nan and Pop's camera, and I am really not doing well at documenting this Thanksgiving that was quite like no other...
Sometime this summer Eric had the idea to raise turkeys for Thanksgiving. Once having had the idea, there was no other choice but to move forward with it. So, he raised turkeys. Eight of them.
You might remember this phase:
By the end, they looked like this:
Huge. Just huge. That was really the most difficult part. They got a little too big and were hard to store and cook. Ours barely fit in the over. And by barely, I mean barely.
Eric came through and "processed" the turkeys like a champ. He didn't love it, but should civilization crumble taking grocery stores with it, the Hornes could still have turkey dinner.
This is as close as I got to the action:
As you can see, Amos and Maggie are down there with Eric. We kept the kids away for the killing, but they were just so curious, so we let them see the cleaning.
Not that kids haven't grown up on farms handling this type of thing forever, we just weren't sure we should go there.
Eric ended up processing 3 turkeys before Thanksgiving. We kept one and gave two away, to two unsuspecting families ;) I think one family ended up naming it "turkeyzilla."
Thanksgiving went off without a hitch, and with the exception of a few browned spots (from being so close to the top/sides of the oven), the turkey was perfect!
The kids had a battle over the turkey legs, poor Maggie was so bummed.
Post-Thanksgiving 5 turkeys remained, and with the help of the missionaries, Eric got them all processed in one day. The sister missionaries from the other ward even stopped by to help with the "service project." We had a turkey on New Year's Eve and gave another 4 away. As far as I can tell, everyone who was blessed by the turkeys of 2013 (ourselves included) still have turkey to spare. Next year I need to be seriously ready with some turkey freezer meals. Or something. And, yes, God willing, there will be a next year.