Although it nearly cooked us. I ended up making a teeny tiny 20 pounder, baked it in a cooking bag with orzo and porcini stuffing, and called it a day.
This baby weighed 40 pounds after it had been plucked, etc. As you can see from this picture, it wasn't quite plucked yet.
There is no possible way I could have shoved it into my oven, without the aid of a chainsaw.
I have never been so happy for a bland, Butterball, cook-it-in-a bag store bought bird in all my life.
I would make a lousy pioneer woman.
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