If you're gonna deep-fry a turkey...

Deep-frying must be a Southern thing. It's probably just too cold for some guy to sit around Minnesota checking the temperature of a bird bubbling in peanut oil -- even if he has a six-pack (or two) to keep him warm. Lucky for us that Thanksgiving Day brought sunny skies and temperatures way up there on the thermometer.

And in true redneck fashion, our official turkey-fryer Uncle Luke brought over a new cap for Vincent. Let me specify: a new bright orange hunting hat that read "Life is a Game. Hunting is Serious." And it was with joy that Vincent sat outside with Uncle Luke wearing his new hat and pointing his musket at the turkey as it was lifted from the foil wrapping into the fryer. Bam! Shot by a little redneck.

Uncle Luke redeemed himself later on by reading about 60 pages of a princess book to Catherine while Dominic jumped on his head.

Meanwhile, Dominic proved his complete uncouth-ness by helping himself to a) a drumstick, and b) the bowl of whipped cream. Who needs spoons, forks or plates? Not our kids!