Here’s the secret, friend. The perfect temperature is whatever your thermometer says. Forget the cook times in magazines. Forget what Aunt Carol says. Your oven runs hot or cold. Your turkey is shaped like a mutant. The thermometer is your truth.
And if you screw up? If it’s dry? Slather it in gravy. Gravy fixes everything. Gravy is love. Gravy is forgiveness. You can literally drown a shoe in gravy and call it dinner.
So go on. Stick that probe in. Be brave. And when the beep sounds at 165°F, you’ll know. You made it. The turkey is done. Now go eat it before I do.
