In general, Braughlers are skeptical about gimmicky products. The "As Seen on TV" genre of household implements. We scoff at such foolishness.
However, I must confess that I now have a big but, and I owe it all to Ron Popeil.
The Ronco Rotisserie Oven makes a turkey that's out of this world. Julie's dad bought one of these things two Thanksgivings ago, and made one turkey the old-fashioned way (oven), and another via the rotisserie. The rotisserie gobbler was gobbled in a flash, while the oven bird lingered until at least thirds. The verdict was unanimous—rotisserie beats roasting. Of course, the pilgrims already knew this, thanks to Ron Popeil's ancestor, Cotton Popeil. I mention all of this because Julie's mom made turkey for us and brought it over for dinner tonight, and it was delightful.
The down side is that the Ronco-Turkey-O-Matic is only big enough to hold one turkey (excuse the term) breast. So, if you're feeding the troops, you're probably stuck with the roaster and baster (aka "David Crosby's Baby-Delivery-O-Matic.") Unless, of course, you've ventured into the realm of deep-fried turkey, which is sublime.
One sublime turkey I've never had the opportunity to sample is a meaningful presidential primary. Pennsylvania traditionally holds its primary about two months after the outcome has been decided—and long after whichever candidate I'm backing has bowed out in favor of whichever middle-of-the-road bag of platitudes and hair has clinched the nomination. Someday, maybe, an actual Democrat will manage to hold on long enough to run in the PA primary, but I'm not hopeful.
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