Cooking a turkey crown is basically cheating at life. It’s the low-stakes, high-reward version of a festive feast. You avoid the dry breast, the chaotic carving, and the eternal question of “is the leg done yet?”
So go ahead. Buy the crown. Laugh at the full-turkey purists. Serve your family a dinner that tastes like you slaved for hours, when really, you just mastered the art of not overthinking. And if you burn the bacon? Eh, just call it “smoky flavor” and pour yourself a glass of wine. You’ve earned it.
