It’s that time of the year again, when birds sing, the weather dries out a bit, and the smell of deep fried foul can be detected for miles. Yes, it’s time for the annual Deep Fried Turkey party at the Anderson Family Compound. DFT involves two things in great quantities: turkeys and tequila. It always starts as a delightful way for friends to get together and play with hot oil. It always ends badly, usually with a splitting headache the next morning. At least for me, that’s how it has always ended. This year’s DFT was no exception, with me rolling around in bed until 5:00 the next evening wondering if I was going to live or die. As luck would have it, I ended up living and even found the time to wade through the 250+ shots I took with the digital camera.
