So when I was growing up, we always spent Thanksgiving at my paternal grandmother's house. She lived on a big piece of property near Hemphill, TX, which in my young kid's opinion was the middle of nowhere. But I loved it there. She had a catfish pond and a huge garden where she grew all of her own vegetables, and we spent our days living the country life. Fishing in the pond, picking vegetables, playing in the leaves, and lounging on the porch swing. She even had an old dirt bike which I rode on with my daddy down all the little dirt roads around the property. But one of the best parts -- she had an old jukebox in her house! Be still my dancer's heart. My favorite song on it was Sugar Shack, and I would sing and dance around while she fried catfish on the stove. Sweet, sweet memories. In all honesty, she wasn't the warm and fuzzy kind of grandmother. But she showed love in her own way, spending all her time in the kitchen making our favorites for a big Thanksgiving feast. But the one thing she didn't make was turkey, She didn't like it, so she didn't make it. And that was that. Instead we had roast, and it was weird. Who in the world doesn't eat turkey on Thanksgiving??? The Kares family, that's who. For a whole lot of years. Nowadays we eat turkey for Thanksgiving, but one day I'm going to make a roast just for the heck of it. Maybe play a little Sugar Shack. Dance around the kitchen. This is just a simple roasted turkey recipe, dressed up with a little garlic and herbs to give it that extra burst of flavor. Hope you guys enjoy it.