The time the turkey bounced out of the window.
I went to culinary school in chicago. For my first Thanksgiving there, I decided not to go home, since I had just been home for a funeral in October and was planning on going back for Xmas. I had roommates, but they all went home for the holiday's leaving me alone in the apartment. So I invited all of the other orphaned culinary students over to help celebrate Thanksgiving. Now, my apartment was actually a duplex that was split vertically down the middle. We lived in the front apartment. Our kitchen had a door to the back stairway and outside and had a window that overlooked the fire escape. Said window was above the counter that held the oven. It got hot, so we often had the window and screen open to help vent the kitchen
Now one thing you have to understand is that in culinary school, you take classes in order. So first you start with knife skills, then you move to soups and sauces, salads, and then you graduate to poultry, fish, and meat classes. Since I had just started school, I had not yet taken a fish and poultry class, so my colleague Josh volunteered to cook the turkey as he had passed that class and moved on to the next level.
I invited everyone over for brunch and to spend the day watching the football game and/or play games. Our kitchen was actually pretty large because we were in a duplex. Most people showed up around between 11 and noon. By about 1pm there were 3 of us in the kitchen preparing side dishes, bread, etc. We were also using this time to work on our skills and compare techniques. Josh showed up around 2 or 3 and immediately asked us all to vacate the kitchen so he could get the turkey and stuffing in the oven. One of the other guys was in the middle of making the stuffing with his mom's recipe and spoke up. Josh basically told him that his stuffing wasn't welcome and probably wouldn't taste very good either. We were all a bit taken a back and probably should have invited him to leave, but we were stupid college students with no spines. Eventually we found space for Josh at the island where he proceeded to contaminate the entire surface with turkey juice. Efforts to get him to clean up were met with a sneer.
So finally the turkey goes in the oven breast down. This was the first time I'd seen this, but I didn't feel like dealing with Josh's attitude so I didn't ask why he was cooking it like that. After he put the turkey in the oven, he sat down with a beer and refused to help with anything else. He did however, have opinions about everything and everyone, and was not shy about airing said opinions at the top of his lungs. About 2 hours into the roasting, the timer goes off. So Josh jumps up and informs us that he's about to rotate the turkey. Having never seen a turkey cooked this way, all of us were in and around the kitchen watching.
- Out comes the upside down turkey in the pan
- Onto the counter it goes next to the open window
- Josh grabs the turkey in both hands and starts to rotate it
- 350 degree turkey juice runs onto his hand and down his arm
- Screaming and cursing ensues
- DROP! goes the greasy turkey onto the counter
- SLIDE! goes the greasy turkey towards the window
- Cue from everyone watching
Unfortunately the window sill wasn't high enough and the turkey hit it and flipped out the window. Silence reigned for about 5 seconds and then everyone dropped to the floor laughing. Poor Josh was moaning about his arm, the turkey was out on the fire escape landing and we couldn't stop laughing. Eventually someone went outside and rescued the poor turkey. It was cool by then so we washed off the dirt as much as possible and put it back in the oven. It probably took another 2 hours to cook but it was the funniest thing ever. So now "Save the turkey!!!" is an inside joke for those of us who were there. Josh sulked for the rest of the night and left instead of staying the night like everyone else.
And that is the story of the time the turkey bounced out of the window