My attempt at cooking a turkey breast in the crock pot was a disaster. The breast was dry, the gravy’s flavor and consistency needed a lot of work, and it was all just so disappointing.
Fortunately there were only three of us to notice. And two of us didn’t really care all that much.
This outcome was a surprise to me, because I’d cooked a whole chicken in the crock pot last summer. The recipe was very, very similar to the Thanksgiving one and yet it produced the most delicious, moist, flavorful chicken we’d ever eaten. Which is why I assumed that slow-cooking a turkey breast this way was sure to be delicious.
Nope.
I don’t know about you, but I’m at the stage of Life With Covid that when sad, stressful or disappointing events happen, I just shrug and think Whatever.
I’m beaten down. I’m numb. I’m just putting one foot in front of the other until the light at the end of the tunnel blinds me with its joyful brilliance.
So today I’ll slather sub-par gravy over dry turkey and call it good enough. Because that’s how we roll in 2020.
is there any more pie? 
We were a mirror of your Thanksgiving – three of us ands turkey breast in the crockpot. Great minds at work! We were lucky! The turkey breast was prepared at the grocery store and the gravy came in a box from Traders Joes. Both were great. The cherry pie came from the Eustis pie makers. I think I will have a piece of pie at halftime of the NEs football game.