My husband taught himself to deep fry turkey. Now, if you live down south you know this is no big deal. However, if you live elsewhere you may be disgusted. Mostly, though, you should be licking your lips 'cuz it is really great!
I was bragging on him at our local stitch-n-bitch, you know that gathering of girls where we sit around knitting and talking. Ariel, our neighbor across the street, well, she about lost her mind when she found out that Tim could do a turkey that way. She insisted, and she can just take over a room, that we come over on Saturday with the deep fryer and the bird and would not take no for an answer. Do you know anyone like that?
Tim was less than enthusiastic about cooking for Ariel and her family so I had to coax him with a blow job, OK, two in order to get his agreement. Ariel was emphatic that we show at 1 PM, I was to wear my long denim skirt, heels and a cotton pullover - she was ALWAYS so precise.
I helped Tim load the peanut oil, turkey and deep fryer into our little red wagon and walk across the street. He was soooo cute pulling the wagon! We opened the fence to meet Ariel, her husband Bart and two grown boys Brisban and Kellen.
The sun was sparkling, fully warming my tingling skin as Bart and the boys eyed us up and down, temporarily interrupting the football toss they were enjoying.
"Sweet!" Exclaimed Brisban upon seeing us come through the fence. "We have our fourth," as his long arms extended to catch a spiral from his brother.
"Cool! We can play teams," yelled out Kellen, "We've been waiting for you!"
It's nice to be wanted I was thinking to myself as Arial pointed to me demanding, "Get in the game with Bart and the boys while your husband gets setup for the turkey."
Me? She wants me to play football? Not hardly, I'm a girly-girl. "Come on, get in the game," she said emphatically.
"Why....I'm in a dress," I stammered without conviction.
"Good for your dress," Ariel said giggling. "I Promised the boys a football game and YOU are in it."
