Happy Thanksgiving! November 25, 2010
Posted by Michael in Food.trackback
I started this fire at about 6:30 a.m. when it was still dark out. It takes a few hours to heat the stone to a turkey-cooking temp, around 550°. This turkey is going to be awesome.
UPDATE:
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That leaves plenty of time for a nap before the feast, right Michael?
Mr Kevlar got some lovely Spanish sausage and has put that in his stuffing. It’s delicious.
Happy Thanksgiving to all the IBers!
Michael, is it cold and rainy there yet? It ain’t here.
Happy Thanksgiving you buncha goofballs.
Happy Thanksgiving everybody!
Plenty of room in there for our 20 pound turkey.
Dave, it started to get windy and colder early this morning. Forecast is for just below-freezing by the end of the day.
Cut down banana trees yesterday afternoon.
Happy Thanksgiving, Everyone.
Happy Thanksgiving!
Not too shabby at all. Looks good!
Nice job, Cathy & Michael! Happy Thanksgiving!
Happy Thanksgiving Innocent Bystanders!
Dang, that looks tasty.
Happy Happy feast of turkey!
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IE works.
Happy Thanksgiving, Michael & Cathy.
(Same issue here – Firefox no worky)
Happy Thanksgiving y’all!
Went to restaurant, ate turkey, have big pile of leftovers. No shopping, no clean-up. $21.00 bill. Score!
Happy Thanksgiving !!!
Back at you Janis.
Say Hi to Russ and Mo Money for me.
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There is some kind of technical issue going on that I have no control over.
Plenty of room in there for our 20 pound turkey.
Oh, pshaw. Michael weighs much more than 20 lbs.
Oh hell yeah, his head alone’s gotta be 50-60 pounds.
That’s about right Dave.
Your banana trees down yet?
That looks like a terrific turkey.
I got a small one for $5 a 12 pound one.
It turned out wonderful.
I stuffed it and dry rubbed it with a lot of sage and thyme plus some celery salt, pepper, tumeric, garlic powder.
Then I put it on a rack with some wine and homemade stock in the pan underneath.
After it browned I put foil on top and waited.
It was wonderful and juicy.
But the funny thing is that hubby baked some store-bought chocolate-chip cookies.
They turned out perfect and now he is hot to try baking cookies from scratch.
I found a sugar cookie recipe online that seems good and simple.
But I’ll switch it out if someone here has a simple and good alternative.
So….?
I hacked em down yesterday Cathy, but I don’t think we got a freeze last night. Doesn’t matter, it’s time.
Doesn’t matter, it’s time.
…but it looks nekkid out there. Sad.
yeah.. I know.
But I’ll switch it out if someone here has a simple and good alternative.
If you are looking for recipes, you are in teh wrong place.
Try here instead: thehostages.wordpress.com
it looks nekkid out there. Sad.
yeah.. I know.
*looks out at grey New England sky through an austere lace of dark, bare branches*
boo frickin’ hoo mufaku
What — your rose bushes have stopped blooming already?
*admires roses*
Imagine that.
*the Bird*
Cathy, how’d Michael’s turkey turn out.
(It’s okay, you can be honest here, he’ll never find out how you really feel.)
Looks dry to me.
Hope nobody wanted one of those legs.
Pretty sure nobody did, Lips.
Bet even the dogs wanted nothing to do with the black wings.
I’ve given my dogs charcoal dog biscuits, but never thought to make them myself- brilliant, Michael!
That turkey was moist and awesome, including the legs and wings. Cathy brined it in advance. Plus, you can see that it was rubbed with Jerry Baird’s cowboy seasoning. The drippings made a great gravy.
The slightly charred crust you see on the wings was the result of the tender ministrations of a pecan wood fire, mostly a bed of coals, maintaining the heat of the stone oven.
I have this cool little gun-like tool that I can aim at the fire-brick, and it tells me the temperature. I’m basically learning that the more time you spend pre-heating the bricks and stone with a hot fire, the better your results.
Laura, you can’t successfully dis me about this. Scott has eaten the produce of this oven. Just ask him. It’s not like food from a normal oven.
Oh look, our purple oleander is still blossoming.
Laura, you can’t dis me about this.
*scrolls up, re-reads thread*
Actually, Batman, it looks like I can! Ha ha ha ha haaaaa!
*shoots Michael point-blank in the chest with a shotgun full of blackened turkey legs*
Couldn’t comment for some reason until today.
*shakes fist at unseen forces*
We had Cranberries Jezebel a la Cathy.
Big hit as always
Oh Laura.
Jealousy is so unbecoming for you.
*Michael steps outside to admire thriving ferns*
It was the North Koreans.
*nudges Lipstick and whispers “they look like they’ve been scorched with a flamethrower, too”*
*Lipstick titters while I look innocent*
To tell the truth, our ferns are probably going to go dormant tonight.
Our predicted overnight low is 29°. That will brown them off. Our elephant ears already look sick, and it has not actually frozen yet.
I’m guessing Cathy put those wings into the turkey soup we will be eating for the next three months.
*sigh*
OK, now I’m jealous. I didn’t get any turkey leftovers. Aunt Josephine calculated pretty closely and there wasn’t much left. My sister has kids so I left most everything behind except for a big ziploc of Mom’s sausage stuffing and a pile of her roasted peppers.
Going to buy a little marked-down turkey tomorrow and make my own leftovers.
Hey Michael, did you remember to shave that bird before you served it?
I’ve seen less hirsute terrorists.
Laura, we will send you some turkey leftovers.
Cathy went nuts and bought a 20 lbs. turkey. Even Alton Brown suggests that you stay under 15 lbs.
We just need some instructions on how to pack and ship leftover turkey.
Is dry ice involved? Styrofoam?
Are there professionals who could do this for us?
Laura, you can’t successfully dis me about this.
Ohhhh, lookit this shit! Stealth editing.
BTW, you misspelled ‘dis.’
My sister has kids so I left most everything behind except for a big ziploc of Mom’s sausage stuffing and a pile of her roasted peppers.
You got screwed. That’s a pretty lame take-away from a Thanksgiving dinner.
Why do your relatives hate you?
Very generous of you, Michael, but that’s OK. I’m going to get a boid of my own tomorry.
Actually, I was thinking of getting a few since they’re cheap, and running them through the meat grinder for turkey meatballs, meat pulpetta, adding to sauce, and other tasty stuff of that nature.
We have the extra freezer in the basement, might as well, right?
My relatives treasure me.
*draws a picture of Michael being chased by a bearsharktopus and posts it on fridge*
*gives self three gold stars*
BTW, you misspelled ‘dis.’
What are you talking about?
My relatives treasure me.
True. But it’s not your personality. It’s the cassatta.
It’s definitely not my personality.
It could be your personality.
*hands Michael a Norelco
It’s definitely not my personality.
Oh yes it is, and you know it. Sheesh.
Sometimes your fake humility makes me want to gag.
*draws a picture of Michael being chased by a bearsharktopus and posts it on fridge*
*gives self three gold stars*
Deserved four.
*pours Dave a magnificent dirty martini with three jalapeno-stuffed olives*
*Does a 3 am Party Van drive-by in Michael’s neighborhood, chucks seventeen cases of empty Coke cans on Michael’s lawn, paints his mailbox orange, plants a Gay Rainbow windsock in his frontage, and reports him to the Homeowner Association at the guard shack on the way out*
Tom Brady let us in. Apparently he straight-up hates your ass.
*nudges Lipstick and whispers “they look like they’ve been scorched with a flamethrower, too”*
*Lipstick titters while I look innocent*
Bitch set me up!!
OH. A drinky!
*yummy!
*stuffs Lipstick in a roasting pan and shoves her in hot oven*
*bastes with wine and juices every thirty minutes and waits for pop-up timer*
I should have cut off the feet. Huge inedible heat sinks. This is gonna take for-frickin-EVER.
Wait a minute.
*peers in oven*
THAT’S NOT A POPUP TIMER!
*blushes*
Well can you blame me?? Look at it. I mean, just look. Look, look.
Look. Just look at it.
OK stop looking
*looks*
*stuffs Lipstick in a roasting pan and shoves her in hot oven*
Hey! You told me it was just for a shower!
may I suggest the mud pit ladies?
…
Just a suggestion is all.
*whistles innocently
Mud pit? Why? There’s no argument between us genteel ladies.
We both agree that 1) the turkey looks dry, and 2) that Roast Lipstick is delicious with cranberry sauce on a bed of wilted spinach.
*picks teeth with a toenail fished out of the gravy*
Cathy went nuts and bought a 20 lbs. turkey.
Cathy shopped for turkeys on sale and simply bought a standard size.
Enjoyed giggles while reading this thread.
Good to hear the Geezers did the Jezebel again.
I did too and LOVE it.
I did the Jezebel once and I never heard the end of it.
Just once?
Oh, look, I’ve been unbanned.
I like Jezebel much more than Michael does.
Appreciate that he doth not protest.
Thank you, Husband!
Didn’t know you were banned, Xbrad.
Glad you give us your 7 cents worth.
“*Lipstick titters…”
Wait, WHAT!?!
Well, I try to keep my titters discreet, but Laura made them burst forth.
Or something.
You have a good Thanksgiving Harrison?
he’s having a better one now.