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I would like your permission to send this "tale" to a couple of places that
collect "first time Turkey stories". Was this by any chance a Butterball before it's rearrangement? I have already printed it out to take to work. Ahhhh the stuff dreams and memories are made of. "Joy" wrote in message ... "Baha via CatKB.com" u18616@uwe wrote in message news:7bce8d39234e3@uwe... ..was unarguably the ugliest thing I have ever in my life pulled out of an oven. We began with The Brine. Louie put together a witches' brew of chicken broth, apple cider, honey, maple syrup, salt and ginger ale with spices, and after letting the SOB soak overnight we found he was not only well-thawed but he presented us with something disturbingly phallic-looking. This, I discovered, was the neck, though we found it in a place I never expected to find a neck. Although if the head were attached, it would have reminded me of the boss I had before Daniel. We then stuffed him with pieces of cut-up onion, apple, pear and herbs, plopped him into the pan and put enough water in there to come an inch or so up the side, as my freind and long-time turkey chef Olive instructed. Of course, Olive never soaked a bird in brine and no one ever warned us that there would be an overflow of juice and turkey fat that would start a fire in the oven. And so, once the supply of baking soda was used up, the rest of the juice drained into two half-gallon pitchers, and half our bath towel collection ruined, we rearranged Old Tom for his final degradation. Lifting him from the pan to stick some vegetables in to bake with him, Tom's skin just disintegrated. Literally peeled right off his nude flesh, leaving us staring at a bird with prison pallor. We couldn't even dress him up again because, like cheap clothing on a final clearance rack, it just broke up into little bits when it hit the hot juice. In an act of desperation we mixed up a paste of butter and herbs and smeared it on Tom's poor bare breast, waited for the vegetation to develop a sense of comletion in its life's work, and called the Mutha-in-Law. When she stopped laughing, and Louie told her that the bird had just dropped both a leg and a wing from the rest of its carcass, she told us that he was not only done, he was TOO done. And then there was this little paper bag that rolled out of his insides along with the fruits we stuffed him with. What do you know...so THOSE are giblets! Roasted with Tom all along. It was hard to tell he was ready for duty, however, because he looked as naked as the day he was hatched. It was too late, though. I had a throng of hungry buddies who were expecting to be given the bird; and the bird we gave them. We wrapped the monstrosity in foil and hoped for the best. Fortunately Dennis had the implements to carve him, and the good sense to do it away from the eyes of our friends who might have looked over his shoulder and said, "Good GOD!!! What the hell IS that thing?" When we picked Tom up from the pan his butt was stuck to the metal and fell off. It looked honestly like something that was found by the roadside and rolled through a recently- cut lawn. But it was actually a good, flavorful turkey, though no cover-boy for Gourmet Magazine, and didn't turn out dry at all. We had enough to send everyone at the party leftovers in abundance; we were planning for twenty, but only half that number turned out. Usually Dennis hosts a good thirty people every month. The most important thing was that we had a bunch of happy friends, none of whom ended up hospitalized. To you good cooks here, I owe a debt of gratitude. (you especially, Matthew, you'd make some lucky bride out there a great chef, I mean husband!) To my boss Daniel, I plead: next year, get LITTLE turkeys! Blessed be, Baha ROTFLOL! I assume this was the first turkey you ever cooked? I've never heard of putting water in the pan with a roasting turkey. Thanks for the laughs. I'm glad it turned out okay. Joy |
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On the topic of holiday food...
We don't do Thankgiving here in Australia, so the time for over-doing the cooking and the eating is Christmas. Several Christmases ago (I think it was 2004) I had got a bulk deal on corned beef. I had gotten a slow cooker the previous July and thought that I could give a corened beef a go and it turne dout delicious. So much so that when my mother said that instead of everyone bring enough food for 6 people (6 people bringing enough food for 6 is *way* to much food!) that each *family* just brings what they'd like for Christmas Lunch, and other peole to want to 'swap' then all well and good, but you know tha ta) you'll get something you can actualy eat and enjoy and b) there won't be an embrassing amount of food left. So, with the success of the first corned beef, I made two more for the Christmas meal. Everyone loved it and although there was left overs, there wasn't *that* much left over! For Christmas 2005, I made another, to the same amount of praise. And last year, I thought I may as well follow tradition and do it again, and got the same reception. Except that my Dad shakes his head that out of all the fancy food that we can now afford (he's a war baby) that the one cheap and unglamourous meat that you could get on your food stamps when he was young is now considered a "Christmas Delicacy" - although it doens't stop him from helping himself to thirds! Yowie |
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just because you are single is no reason to be mean about it... you know
the truth though, my DH is smart enough to not be bad enough for me to cook for him, therefore he won't be going from this plane anytime soon... lucky me and lucky for the cats... Lee snickering to herself Granby wrote in message ... Lee, behave yourself. Probably one good cook to a lifetime anyway!!!! Besides...never mind! "Stormmee" wrote in message ... I have Mathew filed away for future reference, if I cook for DH and he leaves this plane I will need another cook, to warm me up... I mean warm my... I mean fill my belly with warm food, yes that's what I meant, Lee Baha via CatKB.com u18616@uwe wrote in message news:7bce8d39234e3@uwe... ..was unarguably the ugliest thing I have ever in my life pulled out of an oven. We began with The Brine. Louie put together a witches' brew of chicken broth, apple cider, honey, maple syrup, salt and ginger ale with spices, and after letting the SOB soak overnight we found he was not only well-thawed but he presented us with something disturbingly phallic-looking. This, I discovered, was the neck, though we found it in a place I never expected to find a neck. Although if the head were attached, it would have reminded me of the boss I had before Daniel. We then stuffed him with pieces of cut-up onion, apple, pear and herbs, plopped him into the pan and put enough water in there to come an inch or so up the side, as my freind and long-time turkey chef Olive instructed. Of course, Olive never soaked a bird in brine and no one ever warned us that there would be an overflow of juice and turkey fat that would start a fire in the oven. And so, once the supply of baking soda was used up, the rest of the juice drained into two half-gallon pitchers, and half our bath towel collection ruined, we rearranged Old Tom for his final degradation. Lifting him from the pan to stick some vegetables in to bake with him, Tom's skin just disintegrated. Literally peeled right off his nude flesh, leaving us staring at a bird with prison pallor. We couldn't even dress him up again because, like cheap clothing on a final clearance rack, it just broke up into little bits when it hit the hot juice. In an act of desperation we mixed up a paste of butter and herbs and smeared it on Tom's poor bare breast, waited for the vegetation to develop a sense of comletion in its life's work, and called the Mutha-in-Law. When she stopped laughing, and Louie told her that the bird had just dropped both a leg and a wing from the rest of its carcass, she told us that he was not only done, he was TOO done. And then there was this little paper bag that rolled out of his insides along with the fruits we stuffed him with. What do you know...so THOSE are giblets! Roasted with Tom all along. It was hard to tell he was ready for duty, however, because he looked as naked as the day he was hatched. It was too late, though. I had a throng of hungry buddies who were expecting to be given the bird; and the bird we gave them. We wrapped the monstrosity in foil and hoped for the best. Fortunately Dennis had the implements to carve him, and the good sense to do it away from the eyes of our friends who might have looked over his shoulder and said, "Good GOD!!! What the hell IS that thing?" When we picked Tom up from the pan his butt was stuck to the metal and fell off. It looked honestly like something that was found by the roadside and rolled through a recently- cut lawn. But it was actually a good, flavorful turkey, though no cover-boy for Gourmet Magazine, and didn't turn out dry at all. We had enough to send everyone at the party leftovers in abundance; we were planning for twenty, but only half that number turned out. Usually Dennis hosts a good thirty people every month. The most important thing was that we had a bunch of happy friends, none of whom ended up hospitalized. To you good cooks here, I owe a debt of gratitude. (you especially, Matthew, you'd make some lucky bride out there a great chef, I mean husband!) To my boss Daniel, I plead: next year, get LITTLE turkeys! Blessed be, Baha -- Message posted via CatKB.com http://www.catkb.com/Uwe/Forums.aspx...dotes/200711/1 |
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"Baha via CatKB.com" u18616@uwe wrote in message news:7bce8d39234e3@uwe...
..was unarguably the ugliest thing I have ever in my life pulled out of an oven. snip To you good cooks here, I owe a debt of gratitude. (you especially, Matthew, you'd make some lucky bride out there a great chef, I mean husband!) To my boss Daniel, I plead: next year, get LITTLE turkeys! My mother is not a good cook. She's not a good housekeeper either. She, unfortuantley, was born with incredible brains in a time when the only purpose for women was to cook, clean, and raise children. One thing my mohter enforced in my sister and I was *not to waste our brains* (although she didn't instill a great love of housework, oddly enough) She has had many many disasters inthe kitchen, and even when she doens't, the food is edible but not great. However, she's smart. Too smart, really. And she is creative. And so when she 'experiments' and it fails, she doesn't just throw it in the bin and order take-out, she adds even more weird stuff and calls it something exotic. For example, she had heard a good 'trick' for keeping the grated cheese one sprinkles on spag bol free flowing and not sticky in the Aussie heat was to lightly dust it with cornflour, so she tried it. The method worked, but the cheese was oddly - but not unpleasantly - sweet. We questioned this oddly sweet cheese, and Mum just smiled and said she had seen "Lithuanian Yak Cheese" on special at the supermarket and decided to give it a go. Being none-the-wiser, we ate it up. What had actually happened is that she'd accidently dusted it with icing sugar. Mum was making a classic English meal - curry - and instead of just shaking a bit of the powder out, the lid fell off and the whole jar of spice fell in, making the sauce exceptionally hot. Not wanting to waste it, Mum then dumped some sour cream into it to cool it down and called it "Burmese Beef". It sorta tasted like a cross between Beef Stroganoff and Thai Yellow Curry, and whilst I wouldnt' say it was a raging success, we managed to eat what was put in front of us. The list of culinary disasters and creative re-namings is incredibly long, so I won't bore you with the rest, but that is what you get when you force an incredible intellect to be a "mere" housewife. :-) Yowie |
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I firmly believe that there is a home making gene that I did NOT get, Lee
Yowie wrote in message ... "Baha via CatKB.com" u18616@uwe wrote in message news:7bce8d39234e3@uwe... ..was unarguably the ugliest thing I have ever in my life pulled out of an oven. snip To you good cooks here, I owe a debt of gratitude. (you especially, Matthew, you'd make some lucky bride out there a great chef, I mean husband!) To my boss Daniel, I plead: next year, get LITTLE turkeys! My mother is not a good cook. She's not a good housekeeper either. She, unfortuantley, was born with incredible brains in a time when the only purpose for women was to cook, clean, and raise children. One thing my mohter enforced in my sister and I was *not to waste our brains* (although she didn't instill a great love of housework, oddly enough) She has had many many disasters inthe kitchen, and even when she doens't, the food is edible but not great. However, she's smart. Too smart, really. And she is creative. And so when she 'experiments' and it fails, she doesn't just throw it in the bin and order take-out, she adds even more weird stuff and calls it something exotic. For example, she had heard a good 'trick' for keeping the grated cheese one sprinkles on spag bol free flowing and not sticky in the Aussie heat was to lightly dust it with cornflour, so she tried it. The method worked, but the cheese was oddly - but not unpleasantly - sweet. We questioned this oddly sweet cheese, and Mum just smiled and said she had seen "Lithuanian Yak Cheese" on special at the supermarket and decided to give it a go. Being none-the-wiser, we ate it up. What had actually happened is that she'd accidently dusted it with icing sugar. Mum was making a classic English meal - curry - and instead of just shaking a bit of the powder out, the lid fell off and the whole jar of spice fell in, making the sauce exceptionally hot. Not wanting to waste it, Mum then dumped some sour cream into it to cool it down and called it "Burmese Beef". It sorta tasted like a cross between Beef Stroganoff and Thai Yellow Curry, and whilst I wouldnt' say it was a raging success, we managed to eat what was put in front of us. The list of culinary disasters and creative re-namings is incredibly long, so I won't bore you with the rest, but that is what you get when you force an incredible intellect to be a "mere" housewife. :-) Yowie |
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This made me giggle out loud. Thank you, Baha, for posting this. So. so
funny. I remember only too well the very first turkey *I* cooked. It was a Christmas gift from my DH's employer, not too huge, around 13lbs IIRC. We had recently bought our first home and I was very proud to be able to "do Christmas Day lunch and all day-food until bedtime" for my mother and brothers for the first time. I took some good advice about how to cook him, and got up at 6 a.m. to put him in the oven (lunch planned for around 1 pm.) Guests arrived about 12, should have been easy-peasy, potatoes, veggies, sage and onion stuffing. chipolatas etc, etc ready and waiting. I took the turkey out of the oven and it was not cooked to tenderness. The accompaniments were half-ready by then, so I put the turkey back in the oven and turned the temperature up a bit. An hour later the $%&*" thing was still not tender and everything else was ruined. Bless her, my late mum was careful not to interfere with my first attempt at being a brilliant housewife at Christmas. She hovered in the background (hungry, no doubt ;-)) and only came forward when I burst into tears. "Let me look at this bird," she said. So she did. "This bird is as old as Methusaleh" she said. "It will never cook to tenderness, I suspect the boss ran over an old pet turkey in a farmyard and gave it to you for a Christmas present. Disgusting!" So we sat and ate the overdone vegetables with turkey gravy and I cried because I had wanted my first Christmas turkey for my family to be special. My mum said it didn't matter. It did to me. She said it to make me feel better because she knew how much "providing my first Christmas for my family" meant. When DH got back to work after Christmas he told his colleagues about the turkey - because they had all had one as a generous gift. They were all the same. Ancient, sinewy, could not be eaten and spoilt everyone's Christmas. What a cheapskate employer to find some sort of elderly turkeys from somewhere to give his employees as a Christmas bonus (because we don't think we need to buy one ourselves then..) Tweed P.S. I still know his name.. |
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On Nov 26, 3:55 pm, "Baha via CatKB.com" u18616@uwe wrote:
..was unarguably the ugliest thing I have ever in my life pulled out of an oven. We began with The Brine. Louie put together a witches' brew of chicken broth, apple cider, honey, maple syrup, salt and ginger ale with spices, and after letting the SOB soak overnight we found he was not only well-thawed but he presented us with something disturbingly phallic-looking. This, I discovered, was the neck, though we found it in a place I never expected to find a neck. Although if the head were attached, it would have reminded me of the boss I had before Daniel. We then stuffed him with pieces of cut-up onion, apple, pear and herbs, plopped him into the pan and put enough water in there to come an inch or so up the side, as my freind and long-time turkey chef Olive instructed. Of course, Olive never soaked a bird in brine and no one ever warned us that there would be an overflow of juice and turkey fat that would start a fire in the oven. And so, once the supply of baking soda was used up, the rest of the juice drained into two half-gallon pitchers, and half our bath towel collection ruined, we rearranged Old Tom for his final degradation. Lifting him from the pan to stick some vegetables in to bake with him, Tom's skin just disintegrated. Literally peeled right off his nude flesh, leaving us staring at a bird with prison pallor. We couldn't even dress him up again because, like cheap clothing on a final clearance rack, it just broke up into little bits when it hit the hot juice. In an act of desperation we mixed up a paste of butter and herbs and smeared it on Tom's poor bare breast, waited for the vegetation to develop a sense of comletion in its life's work, and called the Mutha-in-Law. When she stopped laughing, and Louie told her that the bird had just dropped both a leg and a wing from the rest of its carcass, she told us that he was not only done, he was TOO done. And then there was this little paper bag that rolled out of his insides along with the fruits we stuffed him with. What do you know...so THOSE are giblets! Roasted with Tom all along. It was hard to tell he was ready for duty, however, because he looked as naked as the day he was hatched. It was too late, though. I had a throng of hungry buddies who were expecting to be given the bird; and the bird we gave them. We wrapped the monstrosity in foil and hoped for the best. Fortunately Dennis had the implements to carve him, and the good sense to do it away from the eyes of our friends who might have looked over his shoulder and said, "Good GOD!!! What the hell IS that thing?" When we picked Tom up from the pan his butt was stuck to the metal and fell off. It looked honestly like something that was found by the roadside and rolled through a recently- cut lawn. But it was actually a good, flavorful turkey, though no cover-boy for Gourmet Magazine, and didn't turn out dry at all. We had enough to send everyone at the party leftovers in abundance; we were planning for twenty, but only half that number turned out. Usually Dennis hosts a good thirty people every month. The most important thing was that we had a bunch of happy friends, none of whom ended up hospitalized. To you good cooks here, I owe a debt of gratitude. (you especially, Matthew, you'd make some lucky bride out there a great chef, I mean husband!) To my boss Daniel, I plead: next year, get LITTLE turkeys! Blessed be, Baha -- Message posted via CatKB.comhttp://www.catkb.com/Uwe/Forums.aspx/cat-anecdotes/200711/1 Thanks for the smile |
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"Granby" wrote in message ... This description of cooking a turkey has to be the funniest thing I have read in YEARS!! You had, you cooked, you conquered, in the end that is all that mattered. I have always wondered why they put the neck in the turkeys........and the giblets where its head should be. After sixty plus years I don't suppose I need to know. That's where they put them because that is where they fit. LOL.. Jo |
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"Christina Websell" wrote in message ... This made me giggle out loud. Thank you, Baha, for posting this. So. so funny. I remember only too well the very first turkey *I* cooked. It was a Christmas gift from my DH's employer, not too huge, around 13lbs IIRC. We had recently bought our first home and I was very proud to be able to "do Christmas Day lunch and all day-food until bedtime" for my mother and brothers for the first time. I took some good advice about how to cook him, and got up at 6 a.m. to put him in the oven (lunch planned for around 1 pm.) Guests arrived about 12, should have been easy-peasy, potatoes, veggies, sage and onion stuffing. chipolatas etc, etc ready and waiting. I took the turkey out of the oven and it was not cooked to tenderness. The accompaniments were half-ready by then, so I put the turkey back in the oven and turned the temperature up a bit. An hour later the $%&*" thing was still not tender and everything else was ruined. Bless her, my late mum was careful not to interfere with my first attempt at being a brilliant housewife at Christmas. She hovered in the background (hungry, no doubt ;-)) and only came forward when I burst into tears. "Let me look at this bird," she said. So she did. "This bird is as old as Methusaleh" she said. "It will never cook to tenderness, I suspect the boss ran over an old pet turkey in a farmyard and gave it to you for a Christmas present. Disgusting!" So we sat and ate the overdone vegetables with turkey gravy and I cried because I had wanted my first Christmas turkey for my family to be special. My mum said it didn't matter. It did to me. She said it to make me feel better because she knew how much "providing my first Christmas for my family" meant. When DH got back to work after Christmas he told his colleagues about the turkey - because they had all had one as a generous gift. They were all the same. Ancient, sinewy, could not be eaten and spoilt everyone's Christmas. What a cheapskate employer to find some sort of elderly turkeys from somewhere to give his employees as a Christmas bonus (because we don't think we need to buy one ourselves then..) Tweed P.S. I still know his name.. We were fortunate for years to get a huge turkey for Thanksgiving and Christmas every year from Charlie's employer, the local Coors distributor. The man's name was Ed Goethe, may he rest in peace. Not an easy man to work for in his later years, but very generous when the mood struck. Much earlier in his life he had raised turkeys, and he had very strong opinions of what constituted a proper bird. He knew the owner of a relatively local turkey farm that raised only the best for the finest hotels and gourmet markets and restaurants. Raised outdoors in pens and fed the very best until a few days before the holiday. He used to send one of the refrigerated beer trucks to pick up a load of the freshly packaged birds a couple of days before the holiday. Every one who worked for him got a turkey. My mouth still waters when I remember those lovely broadbreasted delights. I don't think it would have been possible to cook one of them badly. Jo |
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"Baha via CatKB.com" u18616@uwe wrote in message news:7bce8d39234e3@uwe... ..was unarguably the ugliest thing I have ever in my life pulled out of an oven. snip one heck of a funny story To you good cooks here, I owe a debt of gratitude. (you especially, Matthew, you'd make some lucky bride out there a great chef, I mean husband!) To my boss Daniel, I plead: next year, get LITTLE turkeys! Blessed be, Baha -- Message posted via CatKB.com http://www.catkb.com/Uwe/Forums.aspx...dotes/200711/1 Take heart Baha, even the very best cooks have disaster stories from the first time they tried to make a fancy or important dinner. Thank you for the laugh. Hazel Az |
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