Honestly, cooking a 24-pound turkey is a spectacle. It’s a performance. You become the ringmaster of a very hot circus.
The entire family will gather in the kitchen. They will ask “Is it done yet?” every 17 minutes. You will develop a twitch in your eye.
The payoff? When you carve it, and steam billows out. That smell? That’s the smell of triumph. And six hours of your life.
