So last weekend, when I arrived, supper was cooking. Sharon (my sister) cooked up a turkey that could be in the front of any recipe magazine.
The pope's nose was cooked just right. Not sure which pope had the nose that looked like a turkey's tail, but nonetheless, that is what it is called.
The gravy is a work of art - never does it taste the same twice in a row. However, in this trip, I found out the secret to my sister's gravy. 
Yes, OXO it is. There was also a pail for beef flavoring as well in her pantry. 
Sorry Sharon, the gig is up. Now if we can only figure out the Caramilk secret. 
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