We’re making national hot turkey this year. And I don’t care what your nana says. I do. I care deeply. Unless she’s racist. >> Slather that whole bird in Thawning Sasher’s best seasoning in the game. You got to get it in every damn crevice, including the pits. Drop that turkey in a bucket and deep fried at 350 until the internal breast temp is at 145. Cayenne, garlic, onion, black pepper, chipotle, paprika, more cayenne, and now the real butthole burner. Smoked ghost chili. A little bit of brown sugar and some hot grease. Whisk it all up and don’t cough on the bird. Only true smokers and new smokers cough. Brush it down and get it nice and slick. Now throw down a bed of white bread. Get some more grease and spice on there. Some pickles and a wrist flick. And that’s Thanksgiving, baby. Oh yeah. Yeah. That’s the ticket. That’s what I’m talking about. Nana. Shout out to my nana. I love you. I love your nana, too. Yeah. Even yours.