Yes, that's a turkey on a BBQ. Mark decided to BBQ the Thanksgiving turkey this year.
Mark checks the bird's temperature with glee. "Not done yet! Tee-hee!" he cried, jumping up in the air and clicking his heels together.
The finished product. Beautiful! And tasty, too. A nice crispy exterior but surprisingly juicy. A fruitful experiment indeed!
A fly's-eye view.
Chris Macabuhay, one of the original 3 who cooked the "best turkey ever in the history of mankind" down in Hemet several years ago, may not have been there in person, but his photo watched over us.
The full spread. The turkey, rolls, stuffing, mashed potatoes, macaroni and cheese, green bean casserole, champagne, and sparkling apple cider. All this, for 3 people. And somewhere around 40,000 people (mostly children) die per day of starvation around the world.
A BBQed turkey? What seemed like an exotic idea at the time became a smashing success. So... coals still hot, our imaginations strayed to what other things might be best BBQed. In this case, pumpkin pie.
Mark lays an egg. Wow - incredible aim. Right onto the BBQ.
Try as I might to add another egg to the BBQ festivities, I remained barren.
BBQed egg? Bloody brilliant!
I wonder if President Bush would approve of our little BBQed egg experiment. No stem cells involved, so I'd guess the answer is yes. Even the most fervent anti-abortionist would be excited by the proposition.
After several minutes of BBQing, the egg exploded in this peculiar laws-of-physics-defying fashion.
The craziness continued as we BBQed one of Mark's socks. Tasty!
That's a good lookin' sock.
The lemon you see in the coals added a hint of flavor to the delectable cotton, combining deliciously with the athlete's foot residue.
Now it's cookin'.
Mark likes his socks well done.
Meanwhile, the fun continued back in Mark's kitchen as he dared me to eat what may be the world's first BBQed egg.
Upon peeling its shell, we discovered this interesting chunk missing. My tongue, sensing prey, instinctively begins to make its way out of my mouth. The egg's doom is inevitable.
See, I told you. INEVITABLE.