I don't know if you'll believe me, but there's a turkey in my crock pot.
Surprisingly, this is not my usual "that's what she said" joke or a coy way of telling you I'm pregnant (because I'm not).
This is literal.
We received this 5qt. piece of equipment wonder for our wedding two years ago and last night it was finally de-boxed and prepped for it's maiden voyage.
I have never ever ever ever made anything in a crock pot. Ever.
And I have never ever ever ever cooked a turkey. Ever.
We are seven hours away from a masterpiece, or real disaster. You will be notified either way.
I feel like implementing the crock pot into my bi-monthly cooking routine is my final initiation into womanhood (yes, finally at 26). If this meal is a success, I can do A N Y T H I N G. Like, give birth, or install light fixtures.
Speaking of light fixtures, I bought this new coffee creamer and it is just numners. Southern pecan in my coffee and in my mouth?
Yes.
An Owlie a day will keep the mice at bay.
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