Chief Longwind Of The North
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Now you ahve to understand, my turkeys are somewhat famous among my family members. They are always so juicy and tender, and are perfectly colored. I am the person picked to cook the turkey every year.
This year, on Saturday, we had a 2nd Thanksgiving meal as my eldest daughter and her husband both had to work on Thanksgiving and couldn't be there for the meal. It may be Jessica's last Thanksgiving meal with us as she and Roland may be moving out west after university is out this spring.
I made one simple change, purely a thing of laziness, when roasting Saturday's turkey. I didn't cover the breast meat with aluminum foil, shiny side out. I cooked it to 155 before removing it from the oven, as I always do, I let it rest before carving. All the sides dishes were done on time.
The resultof not covering the breast meat was white meat, that while not as dry as cardboard, was somewhat drier than is the norm for my turkeys. Everyone commented that this year's turkey just wasn't as juicy and tender as usual, and asked what I'd done different. They were grascious about it, and it really didn't affect the day. We had worked together, and enjoyed each other tremendously.
The meal was generally very good. The company, which included my children (their married partners automatically become one of my own as soon as they marry into the family) and a boyfreind, was the best company a person could ask for. There was laughter, love, and we tried new things that came out very well (we played with a couple different kinds of winter squash), and had a wonderful time. I just wish the turkey could have been perfect. I wish I'd given them my best.
And thus, I learned once more, the few moments it takes to do things right insure a perfect turkey. When you take shortcuts, you are gambling with your success, and the quality of what you are serving to those you love.
Seeeeeya; Goodweed of the North
This year, on Saturday, we had a 2nd Thanksgiving meal as my eldest daughter and her husband both had to work on Thanksgiving and couldn't be there for the meal. It may be Jessica's last Thanksgiving meal with us as she and Roland may be moving out west after university is out this spring.
I made one simple change, purely a thing of laziness, when roasting Saturday's turkey. I didn't cover the breast meat with aluminum foil, shiny side out. I cooked it to 155 before removing it from the oven, as I always do, I let it rest before carving. All the sides dishes were done on time.
The resultof not covering the breast meat was white meat, that while not as dry as cardboard, was somewhat drier than is the norm for my turkeys. Everyone commented that this year's turkey just wasn't as juicy and tender as usual, and asked what I'd done different. They were grascious about it, and it really didn't affect the day. We had worked together, and enjoyed each other tremendously.
The meal was generally very good. The company, which included my children (their married partners automatically become one of my own as soon as they marry into the family) and a boyfreind, was the best company a person could ask for. There was laughter, love, and we tried new things that came out very well (we played with a couple different kinds of winter squash), and had a wonderful time. I just wish the turkey could have been perfect. I wish I'd given them my best.
And thus, I learned once more, the few moments it takes to do things right insure a perfect turkey. When you take shortcuts, you are gambling with your success, and the quality of what you are serving to those you love.
Seeeeeya; Goodweed of the North