My plate (don't like cranberry sauce)
This year my family took the huge risk of letting me cook the Thanksgiving feast. Our huge family of three. It actually turned out fabulous. The night before I made a cheesecake. It was the first time I had ever used a spring form pan, and it was pretty easy. I just used the Better Homes and Gardens recipe. And, remembering one of my cousin's desserts, I planned to make a caramel drizzle for serving.
It's a little cracked just like me!
I researched how to cook the turkey like the true Capricorn that I am. I decided to cook it at 325 degrees for three hours. It was a 10 lb turkey. After reading all of the suggestions online how people cook them and their tricks of the trade, I decided to cook it breast down for the first half in the deep roasting pan I had. I decided not to cover it through the whole process and I brushed it with butter and sprinkled salt and pepper on it. I basted it ever half hour. After an hour and a half, I flipped it over to breast side up. After cooking for three hours, I checked the internal temp and what do you know, 160, perfect. I took it out and let it rest twenty minutes.
|Isn't it the most beautiful turkey ever?|
|Sideways Mashed Potatoes|
My mother was ecstatic with the whole thing. My father, who has a Clint Eastwood appearance and demeanor, told me "it was very good" which is the equivalent of "open a restaurant and and sell this shit!" but he is also never afraid to criticize, so he told me the gravy could have been hotter, and then he ate all of the leftover cheesecake in three days.
There was only one thing that surprised me. I hate turkey. Even when I make it. But theres a reason for it and I'll let you in on it some other time.