Turkey Travesty Turned Turkey Triumph

OK, so the first time I made a turkey, (approximately 10 years ago), I was unaware that all its innards were still neatly tucked inside the bird and I didn't have a big enough roasting pan so turkey, butter and white wine juices spilled all over the bottom of the oven causing the whole house to look like we had just been bombed. In order to get rid of the smoke, I had to quit cooking the turkey to clean out the bottom of the oven and I ended up just throwing the turkey away.

 Ten years later the memory of my failed attempt at Thanksgiving domesticity came rushing from the back of my mind where I had so carefully left it to dwindle to the front of my mind where it really was not welcomed. Why? Because, my father in law bought ME a turkey. 

Well, I am happy to say that my second attempt at cooking a turkey would make me fit company for all those Pilgrim turkey cooking women. It was so juicy and tender that I tried picking it up a little to take a picture and the meat just fell off the bones. No carving for this turkey, I literally just pulled the bones off, and when I say "pulled", I use the term loosely because there was very little pulling involved. 

Yes, I am getting a little carried away, but with how traumatic the first experience was, I feel like an artist who just created a masterpiece. It doesn't look as good as it tasted but below is my culinary magnum opus.