Over ten years ago my husband, son and I traveled from North Carolina to South Carolina to share Thanksgiving with our respective families. My brother, J, and his wife,D, and my nephew and wife live in Simpsonville. My husband’s family also lives in Greenville.
For most family holidays we usually stayed at J and D’s home because they had more room for guests. They are so much fun and we always get along great with them. We would then split the festivities between my family and my husband’s family.
We brought a large, frozen turkey for the big family meal. The turkey was transported to South Carolina in a Styrofoam cooler to let it start thawing safely. It was about a five and a half hour drive so the turkey would be safe.
But when we got to their home we found their refrigerator full of prepared dishes for the next day. We just couldn’t “stuff” that big bird in the refrigerator to let it continue to thaw.
So we “hatched” a “gobbler” of a plan. The temperature that night was predicted to be freezing. On the back of J and D’s house is a glass-enclosed sun-room which was freezing cold. We put the turkey in the Styrofoam cooler with the lid off, on the glass table in the glass enclosed sun room. With the overnight freezing temperatures; the turkey would be somewhat insulated by the cooler but only enough to keep it from refreezing and allow it to thaw. The turkey would thaw as well as it would in a refrigerator and remain nice and cool in the freezing temperatures. Right?
The next morning we went out to check the turkey. It was almost warm!! Either the sun room overnight didn’t get as cold at night as it felt to us or the Styrofoam cooler insulated the turkey too much after it had thawed to keep it cool. I still don’t understand what went wrong.
With the thawed turkey at room temperature I couldn’t serve it to our families. Visions raced through my head of my brother, his wife, my nephew and his wife, my husband, son and me violently ill for Thanksgiving in the emergency room, all because I refused to throw the turkey away!
I hate to waste food!! The now defunct words of my mother and father rang in my head, “Eat your food. Don’t waste your food. Think of the starving children in China.” I wonder what my mother would have thought of this situation. But I would hate it worse if my loved ones got sick because I didn’t want to waste a turkey. I couldn’t risk it.
So my sister in law and I went to the grocery store and thankfully found the last turkey in the freezer; just the right size and already thawed!
The remainder of Thanksgiving was delightful and no one got sick. The turkey was wonderful and so was Thanksgiving.