MY HUSBAND COOKED THE TURKEY THIS YEAR — IT MADE ME QUESTION OUR MARRIAGE My husband, Jake, has always been eager to impress, especially during the holidays. So, when he told me, “THIS YEAR, I’M COOKING THE TURKEY. I’VE GOT A SECRET RECIPE!” I thought it was sweet. A little strange, maybe, since I’ve always handled the turkey, but sweet. “All right,” I said with a smile. “Just let me know if you need any help.” “I won’t,” he replied quickly — almost too quickly. “This is going to be special.” It really was! What he did to the turkey made me question our marriage. On Thanksgiving morning, Jake was in full swing. He shooed me out of the kitchen repeatedly, like some kind of culinary bodyguard. Hours later, Jake presented the turkey with the flair of a magician unveiling his greatest trick. It was stunning — golden brown, perfectly crisp. My mom clapped. My mother-in-law raised her eyebrows in what I thought was impressed approval. But the moment I took a bite, my heart sank. “JAKE!” I spluttered, staring at him. “WHAT IS THIS?!