In the course of getting old (will be 62 in a week) and crotchety I have somehow developed a severe aversion to the aroma of cooking turkey, to the point that it nauseates me. Love to eat it still though, just can't handle the smell of it cooking. So, for years now, we cook them out on the back porch in a portable electric oven. We will be feeding 20+ at lunch tomorrow...7 kids, some with spouses, inlaws, and assorted other freeloaders. So 1 stuffed Butterball cooked overnight last night, another cooking as I write. The spuds will get peeled, turnips diced, pies cooked at our leisure today. Makes tomorrow lunch a little more relaxed with a bit of advanced planning.