Brined turkey...right up there with deep fried turky as far as things people would bring me samples of if they loved me.
I always do mine the same. Lots of butter/lemon juice/seasonings. Tented with foil on low till it's falling apart smack you in the face astonishing. I won't leave my house I love my turkey so much. Maybe I'll start off brining a chicken...
Oh hell yes, our hoity-toity (read: expensive-ass) turkey is brining RIGHT this very minute, and will be until about 11 a.m. I'm so excited, I can hardly stand it. Love T-giving. Love T-giving. Love T-giving.
OK, now I need a Tylenol from all that excitement.
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You lost me at 'CAVITY.'
This confirms that I've known you for ages -- especially in blogosphere time -- because I vividly remember the FIRST time you posted that!
Brined turkey...right up there with deep fried turky as far as things people would bring me samples of if they loved me.
I always do mine the same. Lots of butter/lemon juice/seasonings. Tented with foil on low till it's falling apart smack you in the face astonishing. I won't leave my house I love my turkey so much. Maybe I'll start off brining a chicken...
Happy Thanksgiving everyone!
Oh hell yes, our hoity-toity (read: expensive-ass) turkey is brining RIGHT this very minute, and will be until about 11 a.m. I'm so excited, I can hardly stand it. Love T-giving. Love T-giving. Love T-giving.
OK, now I need a Tylenol from all that excitement.
I don't cook turkey. I just eat it... Thats what my mom is for.
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