Annual gorge day

I have turkey.
I am celebrating American Thanksgiving next week. I could say that it is because I missed Canadian Thanksgiving, but that excuse isn’t going to hold water after I have been consistently celebrating it for the past few years. It is more of an excuse to prove that I can actually cook. I invite a select few people over, give them a (hopefully) good meal, and show that I am a good provider.
The turkey I got is a little bigger than I would have liked. More expensive too. Usually I buy the turkey in early October when everyone else is buying them and they are cheap. Now, only the desperate buy turkeys, so they are priced to match.
I got a Butterball. They have served me well in the past. If I was feeling ambitious I would have instead gone for the Hutterite turkeys at the Farmer’s Market. Those ones are very good, and my mother swears by them. (I should know. I have to buy them here, and then drive them down to Calgary for her.) But I don’t think I could do such a turkey justice.
I’m not that good a cook.