"Oh my goodness, have you ever had a Thanksgiving turkey 🦃 roaster adventure? Picture this: we hosted a grand Thanksgiving for 30, complete with a makeshift garage dining hall to accommodate everyone. Now, in the frenzy of hosting, I may have forgotten about the turkey roaster. And where was it, you ask? Oh, just chilling on our deck for three glorious weeks.
Now, let's set the stage: Wisconsin weather, unpredictable as ever. The roaster, initially left outside innocently, had become a forgotten treasure chest—filled with a turkey carcass, basting juices, and meat scraps. Fast forward to my Christmas snowflake crafting session with the grandkids, and what do I spy through the patio door? Yep, you guessed it—the turkey roaster, now a frozen time capsule of culinary forgetfulness.
So, with a mix of horror and curiosity, I decided it was time to face the music. The big reveal! Opening the lid was like unveiling a mystery box. Should I have just tossed the roaster and bought a new one? The smell emanating from the forgotten concoction was not pleasant.
My husband, my partner in crime, and cleanliness, bravely joined me in this odorous odyssey. We disposed of the remains, had a moment
of silent acknowledgment that we shall never speak of this again, and then, I couldn't resist—the moment became too hilarious not to share.
Before unveiling the odorous treasure, I pondered the roaster's fate. To my surprise, the Wisconsin cold had done us a solid—literally. The frozen mess popped right into the garbage, leaving the roaster unscathed and remarkably clean after 23 years of service. Forgetful, frosty, and somewhat gross, but hey, it's a testament to the resilience of this roaster. Highly recommended for anyone who needs an extra oven for events—just maybe remember where you leave it! 😂
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