You’re not just buying a turkey. You’re buying memories. You’re buying the argument over dark vs. white meat.
You’re buying the one moment when your cousin says, “Wow, this is the best turkey ever.” They’ll forget your burnt pie. They’ll remember the bird.
So size it right. Relax. And if you mess up? Just order pizza. Turkey is like a first date: awkward but forgivable.
Now go make that bird proud.
