So, although my plan was to make something bloody and beefy for our Christmas Eve dinner, God had an entirely different plan.
My brother called late last week and offered us a 23-lb. fresh turkey. Although I've not cooked a turkey previously, and although I'm not a fan of turkey found outside of the deli counter's glass partition, I thought about the 20-pounds of FREE MEAT.
"Yes, surely we'll have turkey."
So, my brother and I spent the day massaging our first-ever turkey with fresh four-herb-butter, sea salt and cracked black pepper, faithfully basting the now greased-up turkey every 45-minutes, and, finally, swiftly pulling Regina ((naming her posthumously)) from the roasting flames of death just as her temperature registered perfection.
Great turkey.
Tons of leftovers.
You see, there were only seven of us: three fully grown and one of those not quite a fan. And the kids, well, I let them eat cookies too soon before dinner.
I now have 18-pounds of turkey, plus a carcass.
That's two weeks of turkey...approximately.
S.O.S.
Oh, you'll figure it out. It freezes well.
ReplyDeleteWe always have smoked turkey for Thanksgiving and Christmas. My husband is the expert...he brines it the night before, rinses and voila! it's always delicious and never dry. *happy sigh*
Sounds like an abundance of blessings for Christmas--as it should be. :)
Thanks...at least the audience is willing, if not the cook. ;-)
ReplyDeleteSMOKED turkey sounds wonderful!!! We l-o-v-e smoked fish of any sort, but have yet to try freshly smoked turkey. Yum.