When I was last back in England, my father expressed intense scepticism - nay, incredulity - that anyone would ever want either to deep-fry a turkey, or to eat such an object. I promised to take him a photograph. Unfortunately, I wasn't there for the actual immersion of the bird, but I can vouch that this (mustard-brined) beast was perhaps the best turkey I've ever eaten. But then, it was cooked by our friend and colleague Devin, whom I'm quite convinced can do miraculous things in the realm of the culinary and the practical: even though it was dark, I was casting deep and admiring looks at his vegetable garden, which put our (lack of) efforts to shame.
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