My brother, Ed, is a police officer in Maryland and he had to work on Thanksgiving Day.
So, while other people were tazing each other in the aisles of WalMart on Black Friday, we were having our Thanksgiving. Ed had his heart set on frying a turkey so the men of the family pretty much handled the main course of our Thanksgiving feast.
They seemed to enjoy bonding over beers and boiling oil in the backyard.
I'm going to call fried turkey a success. It smelled like potato chips and tasted (to quote Soren)