So you realized, at 8 PM on Saturday, that the bird you bought on Thursday is still sitting there. You stare at it. It stares back. Panic sets in.
First: take a deep breath. If it's day two, you might be fine. Cook it immediately. Rinse it (yes, rinse it, fight me on this), pat it dry, and get it in the oven. Tonight. No delays. You are now a hostage to this turkey's timeline.
If it's day three or four? Throw it away. I know. It hurts. The money is gone. The dream of a massive, golden-brown bird is dead. But the alternative is a food poisoning episode that will make you question every life choice you’ve ever made. The turkey is not worth it. Your toilet is not a throne of glory.
