In the past, my mom has bought a turkey for Christmas dinner.
We only had to reheat it.
This year I am making this roast turkey. I’m not going to go all Jamie Julia, but I do want to chronicle it. I’ve made a Thanksgiving turkey before, but have never had my whole family counting on me for the bird.
At the moment, I am dehydrating the bread for the handful of crumbs I’ll need in the morning, along with some tomatoes. It’s Mrs. Baird’s bread. I’ve got a big plastic zip lock ready to put it in.
I chopped the pork already.
The rest will wait until the morning.
As well pictures.
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I’ll be checkin in from Austin! After I dust off my sister’s brand new computer of course!
Well, I didn’t take pics because I got all caught up in the anxiety of using a new recipe.
It’s4:25 and the bird is in the fridge, double covered with foil. It’s thighs and wings fell off when I lifted it out of the pan.
I hope it comes out ok. I tasted the little bits that were left in the pan. It’s hasn’t killed me . . . yet. At first is smelled real garlic-y. Maybe it still does and I just can’t tell because the whole house has smelled this way for nearly 5 hours. If it turns out to be garlic with turkey, I’ll just put a gun to my head. . . . .