I almost completely ruined Thanksgiving. For three years, I’ve served a fried turkey along with the regular roasted one. Turns out that’s the one everybody is lusting after, too. Now, there is no way I’d ever try to do a fried turkey myself. Far too messy and expensive. So I leave it to the professionals at the Grill Doctor. For some reason, I completely spaced out on getting da boid in the queue for today, and didn’t realize it until 12 freakin’ 30. They have 14 more turkeys to fry, and if you figure 45 minutes for each one, that’s 10 hours of turkey frying. With two friers going, that puts them right at closing time and no room for any more. But, I’m a fortunate man. Since I’m a regular cusomer (or because they took pity on this knothead), they relented and promised me they would get ‘er done. So, for today, the biggest thing I’m thankful for is the excellent customer service from the gentlemen and lady at the Grill Doctor in Spring Creek Village, at Coit and Belt Line! Somebody’s gonna get a big tip from The Fat Guy.

And may I add that, if you’re a red-blooded Red State male who enjoys fixing up dead animals, the Grill Doctor is THE place to go. They’ve got grills and smokers and accessories and rubs and injections and stuff that you’ve never imagined. That includes the widest selection of cast iron cookware you’ve ever seen. Heaven to a faux cowboy like me. Oh, here’s what we’re using for the turkey injection:

Cajun Garlic Butter
Get Back, Jack! Ay-eeeee!