Pete on facebook posted something that looked photoshoppy. The crack investigative team here at The Puppy separated fact from fiction. Fiction lost.
Behold, The Turkraken!
Yes, Loyal Readers some creative/sick people have taken Holiday dinners to a place no one has gone before.
Take one unspeakable thing. Turkey, whole. Season it will the usual shit you do every year and cover tightly with foil.
Add an unknowable horror from beyond imagination. Octopus, whole. Dust the octopus with lots and lots of Rigani (You can use Oregano, you cheap bastard.), freshly ground black pepper and just a pinch of sea salt. Pour over with olive oil and Pinot Noir (In that order and DRINK!) then throw some of that Rigani on the Turkey while you’re at it. Stuff the Octopodiformes octopoda into the Meleagris gallopavo. Let tentacles dangle decoratively out of the Turkey.
Cover everything tightly with foil.
Bake in a pit of eternal darkness at 350 for two and a half hours.
Remove foil after one hour and 15 minutes.
Force family to eat at gun point.
Slowly descend into madness.
Don’t feel like cooking try…