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Nov. 6th, 2006
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Nov. 6th, 2006 08:00 pmOne thing that definitely says "fall" to me is the smell of roasting turkey coming from the kitchen. Mmmmm. (And don't forget the cat glued to your side every time you walk into the kitchen while said turkey is cooking.)
The very first turkey I ever made was for the first Thanksgiving dinner I ever hosted, I think ten years ago now. I cooked for fifteen people; talk about jumping in on the deep end. Surprisingly, it turned out really tasty (with minimal phonecalls to my mom for help) and I don't think any of the later ones have come out nearly as well. The worst was the one that just absolutely refused to cook all the way through thanks to a lot of really wet stuffing; it ended up pink on the bottom and dried out on top, and just my luck that was for another large Thanksgiving gathering. How embarrassing. =) (If you're coming to Thanksgiving dinner here and plan to consume meat, not to worry: I don't stuff turkeys with anything much more than a mirepoix anymore, the bread-based stuff Chris handles separately.)
The very first turkey I ever made was for the first Thanksgiving dinner I ever hosted, I think ten years ago now. I cooked for fifteen people; talk about jumping in on the deep end. Surprisingly, it turned out really tasty (with minimal phonecalls to my mom for help) and I don't think any of the later ones have come out nearly as well. The worst was the one that just absolutely refused to cook all the way through thanks to a lot of really wet stuffing; it ended up pink on the bottom and dried out on top, and just my luck that was for another large Thanksgiving gathering. How embarrassing. =) (If you're coming to Thanksgiving dinner here and plan to consume meat, not to worry: I don't stuff turkeys with anything much more than a mirepoix anymore, the bread-based stuff Chris handles separately.)