Friday, November 26, 2010
I hope you all had a lovely Thanksgiving, surrounded in love.
Mine was great. We were a small group ~ DH, two of three sons, my sister and her friend, and me. Six in all.
I had a good head start on cooking. Cranberries Monday, pies Wednesday, etc.
Got up Thursday, and got the root veggies roasting to reheat at dinner time. I have a 100+ year old stove, which I adore, but its oven is really small. Careful planning is required.
As the veggies were roasting, I prepared stuffing, got it into the bird and put herbed butter under the skin. Veggies out, turkey in. So far, so good. So the day proceeds, I was taking care of other food preps, basting the turkey, panic cleaning, and so on.
I wanted to walk the dogs early, so I would able to relax with my family in the evening. The turkey still had a couple of hours to go, so I figured I'd baste it and take the the dogs out. The turkey looked done. Not just that the skin was browned, it looked DONE. WTF? Got out a thermometer. Stuck it in the thigh. 180. hmmmmm. Stuck it in the breast. 180. Got out a second thermometer. Stuck it in the thigh. 180. hmmmmm. Stuck it in the breast. 180. Got out a THIRD thermometer. Guess what it said? Are you getting the theme here? Beside the fact that I need to get rid of some extra kitchen gear?
So I took the turkey out, figuring I 'd let it rest while I walked the beasts. I'll carve it when I get back, so I can put it in the fridge before it would have time to start the bacteria festival. Then reheat for dinner. Inconvenient, but manageable. This is my 30-somethingth time preparing Thanksgiving, so I can get around most bumps.
Dogs are walked, and my sister arrived early. OK. I went to carve the bird, and what did I find? Pink, undercooked meat. Everywhere. My sister asked whether I'd done the "jiggle the leg" test. I'd bought it frozen, so it had its legs in that handcuff device, making this impossible.
Time for plan C, which is to finish carving the deceptive turkey, lay it on cookie sheets, and back into the oven. The only scary part of this is the very real possibility of nasty, dry white meat. Long story short (too late, I know.....), it finished very nicely on the baking sheets, I took it out as each part was done, so hooray, nothing dry, nothing raw. It may have been an evil, deceitful bird, but it was delicious!
All's well that ends well. No need to repeat, though!
As I counted my blessings yesterday, I gotta tell you, SP and YOU GUYS were at the top of the list.
Every blessing to you and yours as we continue this holiday season