![]() Just three of the many, many, many pages of warnings. |
![]() I take a hairdryer to the turkey. And yes, when I go back to Cleveland, I wear at least four layers at all times. |
![]() Rob dumps gallons of oil into the fryer, blowing past the max fill. Craig laughs at our flaunting of the warnings. |
![]() The nutritional info (it's a little blurry because the camera wasn't focusing right). |
![]() Our Christmas Ale keg. I get the feeling this photo is going to come up in a lot of people's Google image searches. ![]() Me, Matt, Jared and Rob pose with the turkey, some Wild Turkey, cigars and our requisite cups of Christmas Ale. |
![]() The oil, before it got so hot that I was nervous to photograph it up close. ![]() The turkey, after it was in and we were trying to keep it cooking at the right temperature. |
![]() Rob and Matt prepare to lower in the turkey. Still not relinquishing the Christmas Ale. ![]() They actually lower the turkey in. Notice Jared in the back with the fire extinguisher handy. ![]() Despite everyone screaming about how the fryer was about to overflow, it didn't. And the turkey goes in successfully. |
![]() Rob in his goggles, and then his face with the aftermath. |
![]() The just-out-of-the-fryer turkey looks delicious. ![]() Keg stands prevent premature carvation. |
![]() Craig carves the turkey. ![]() Matt, Rob, and my dad who swung by to see the madness all enjoy the turkey. |
![]() Is it idiotic to hold up the turkey to make its wings flap? ![]() Is it idiotic to put a cigar in the turkey's "mouth" and suggest the turkey drinks Wild Turkey? |