My inlaws have a long time tradition of going camping for Thanksgiving. They drive for hours and hours out into the middle of nowhere…you know where you can’t get cell reception, internet, and other basic necessities of life. Then they spend the day preparing a full on Thanksgiving feast with family and friends. The catch is, the turkeys aren’t cooked in an oven, they are buried in the ground around hot coals! And this year we joined them so I have documentation in case you don’t believe me.
It all starts the night before when the fire is started to make the coals. Then bright and early a hole is dug, some of the coals are removed, and the carefully wrapped turkeys are placed inside and covered with more coals and wood.
Then after waiting hours and hours, the turkeys are dug out and carefully unwrapped.
A crowd appears. Take note that the early photos don’t have much of a crowd…because they are smart and sleeping. The juices are carefully extracted to make gravy and the bones are removed from the turkeys. The crowd hovers around the table to sneak bites of the warm from the ground, juicy delicious turkey.
And finally it’s time to eat. A feast so big this year that we had to sacrifice tables and just eat at our chairs…on paper plates. It’s not fancy, but it’s darn good and fun!!
I’ll share some more pictures of what we did out there.