Every year we brine our Turkey Day bird. I put it in breast-side down overnight and then the next day we rotate it.
Today I kinda forgot, so as I was showering and thinking about the rest of my dinner prep I panicked. S came in to check in on me, w/ G strapped in the carrier so I asked:
“Hon, would you mind please flipping the bird?”
I’ll give you one guess S’ gesture response at this point.
“Fine! I meant the other bird.”
As he was laughing S proceeded to repeat the same gesture with his other hand.
“The third bird.”
Finally having a partner in crime, S decided that it’s a good idea to transition to G’s little hands. Yeah, good luck prying those boxing fists open, buddy!
“Go flip the turkey please!”
At this point S headed out murmuring “I love that we do this every year!” Yep. Apparently I fall for this every year, and every year I forget. So this is now my mental note: next year ask to flip the “turkey”, not just a generic “bird”.
Oh, and Happy Turkey Day!