My grandfather has carved the Thanksgiving turkey for 70 years. Here’s what he taught me

The kitchen smells like warm orange peels and rosemary. Surrounded by the lanky bodies of great-grandchildren, my grandfather’s slight, 5-foot frame hunches over the turkey, a flowered apron tied around his waist to shield his sweater from grease splatters. “Who wants a taste?” he asks his adoring fans, as he spears a dripping piece of skin.

I marvel as my 6-year-old daughter , a strict noodletarian, pops the glistening turkey in her mouth. As picky as she is, she knows the family secret: Nothing tastes better than the first bite, straight from The Carver himself.

Via:: Food

      

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