Baking a 20-pound turkey is not brain surgery. It’s just a big chicken with an ego. And you, my friend, have an oven and a thermometer. That’s all you need. Be patient. Be flexible. And for goodness’ sake, don’t forget the gravy.
Now go preheat that oven. The turkey is waiting. And so is everyone you love. (Even the ones who ask, “Is it done yet?” every ten minutes.) You’ll be fine. I promise.