Yikes, I have not been heard from in four days or something! It is as if I dropped off the face of the earth. Thanksgiving will do that to you. Earlier today I was thinking: I have not recovered. However...
Amidst the toil, triumph!
The turkey I roasted this Thanksgiving was my best one yet.
I think what happened was, I was in a hurry. My Thanksgiving this year was totally mismanaged. First I went out every night for the week before the big day. Every night. And in the mornings before work, I worked on the book.
Ergo, recipe for disaster. I went to the Sportsmen's on Wednesday to hear Tom Russell because it was my brother George's birthday. And later, at midnight, there I am, making pie crusts. Then I soared like an eagle -- well, like an owl is more like it -- and threw together this, ahem, Pear Cranberry Pie With Oatmeal Streusel.
After that I was excited about what I had accomplished so it took me forever to get to sleep. So next day, Thanksgiving morning, I continued taking on water. I rolled out of bed and barely made it to church, almost running over a couple of Turkey Trotters. At church I breathed a prayer of thanks for mantillas. They cover the bedhead.
Now here is where things really went off the rails. After Mass I just hang around the church gossiping and joking around. As if I did not have to cook dinner for 15 people! La la la la la la la.
I got home and could not believe how late it was.
It was noon and I had not even made the stuffing. I had not even removed the turkey's plastic Tops packaging. Never have I been in this bad shape by noon on Thanksgiving Day. Never.
So, end result as we say here in Buffalo, that turkey, a 22-pound big boy, went in the oven for four hours at 425 degrees. That is the secret! I found it on this chart and hoped for the best.
And it came out great! I am thinking, the hotter temp is the way to go. It was so browned and yummy. Next year I want to do it the same way.
But without the panic, you know?
I do not need another panicked Thanksgiving!
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