Big bird, wee pan (part 2)
Despite our best efforts, the turkey drumsticks and neck still hung over the edges. I jammed the behemoth into the oven, and
in no time the kitchen was filled with oily turkey smoke.
What now? Fat was dripping onto the floor of the oven. So, my husband took the thing out and wrestled the very heavy, very slippery, and now very hot turkey up high enough so that my sister and I could insert a collar made of tin foil around the edge of the pan. I’m happy to say it worked like a charm.