Turducken went into the oven at 6:30 am Pacific.

My parents’ oven timer doesn’t go beyond 9 hours 50 min.

Slightly less daunting this time, but was made more daunting by the fact that the butchery had cut through the skin already, requiring the use of sewing needles, which were not needed last year. Crisis (and 6 am trip to Albertson’s) was averted by finding them in a kitchen drawer.

Thanks again to Sarmad for being such a good sport — and being willing to participate, even though he’s not partaking. (Duck is taboo in Iraq.)

Time to sleep.