But enough of that.
Let's move on to the dark side of life now, shall we?
I really miss the fried crispy bits and the fried crispy skin.
When my dear Midnight was alive, he and I had a system worked out:
I would eat the skin and fried crispy bits and he would eat the meat and we were both very happy.
And that my friends is symbiosis at its finest.
Three rather large parts emerge from each wing.
Granted that there is not much meat to be had on the last bit on the right, but perhaps the fried crispies will be enough.
The turkey pieces went into the refrigerator so that the flour coating could dry out a bit before cooking.