No, I don’t use duct tape on the turkey–I’m just living in horror that we don’t seem to have any in the house. Duct tape, that is. We’ve got turkey. A big ol’ boy kind of turkey.
Last night I crunched the numbers and realized that no way, no how was he going to thaw before prep time. The twenty-three pounds of tryptophanic nap-inducing goodness would have to be dealt with in a more aggressive fashion. Since we don’t have a cooler big enough to fit the bird, I plopped him in the sink. He didn’t technically fit there, either, as it was a bit shallow, but I thought I’d just get up and switch the water out every hour (yes, They say every 30 minutes, but COME ON).
Then I discovered that the water was draining from the sink, despite the presence of a plug. During the day, who cares–but I wanted to sleep.
So I put the turkey in the bath tub. I was even food-poisoning paranoid enough (have you HAD it?) to check the temp of the water, stay up for an hour, and check it again. No change. I tossed the freezer bucket of ice cubes in for good measure, shut the door to keep heat from trickling in, and went to bed wondering why I hadn’t just left it in the fridge. That’s the power of the Butterball guide to thawing–someone there is probably chuckling over the thought of people like me hanging over bath tubs or getting up in the night to care for a dead bird.
And, for the curious among you, after 5 hours in the cold water tub bath, the temp of the water had only risen 1 degree. Crazy cold, it was.
Any turkey-thawing adventure stories for me? Anyone find a way to use duct tape to speed up the process?