This year, I refused to order the turkey. My plan was to pass off a turkey purchased from the frozen section at the supermarket as a fresh one. Unfortunately, my husband, chief preparer and cooker of said bird, caught on to me before I could follow through. He must have sensed that after the Great Turkey Debacle of 2010, I wasn’t ready to tackle the butcher’s counter anytime soon....

I'm hanging out with Deidra at Jumping Tandem for more talk on turkey and feasting on grace. Join me there?