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“Honey? Can you make sure you get me four and ninth-sixteenths of zucchini so I can make about five and a half servings for dinner? …babe?”
“Honey? Can you make sure you get me four and ninth-sixteenths of zucchini so I can make about five and a half servings for dinner? …babe?”
Some of the nice people in my family have decided that they’ll spend this weekend in Vegas and go see Paul McCartney in Phoenix, while I get to stay here and take Grandma to her doctor appointment where they’ll probably tell her she needs a hip replacement. These people actually aren’t returning from the west until Thanksgiving Day around 4pm, and they have actually asked me if I wouldn’t mind, oh, cooking the Thanksgiving turkey. So. It’s a great honor, but seems like I’m getting the raw end of the deal (P.S., where’s my free trip). And of course, this is a real winner for me because if I do fine, then everybody gets turkey as usual, but if I screw it up, I’m the Bad Son Who Ruined Thanksgiving.
Without further grumbling, here are the directions for cooking a turkey, courtesy my mom.
Updated for 2015: This recipe withstands the test of thyme, with people still looking it up and using it ten years later. But there’s something new that I do these days which isn’t in here. Before stuffing the turkey, soften 3/4 to 1 stick of butter, and mix it liberally with sage using your fingers. You should have a mostly pliable butter sludge. Also using your fingers, loosen up the skin from the meat… all over the bird, but particularly the breasts. It is possible to totally loosen all of the skin if you want to (but it’s not necessary). After you get the skin unpeeled, shove the butter under the skin. This is messy work and it is really going to freak you out if you don’t like touching meat. However, what I’ve realized is that the presence of the butter under the skin flavors the meat, and it serves as a moisture barrier to keep the meat from drying out. The fat blocks water from leaving the meat… and you will get an extremely tender bird. Do it!
I have to say this is totally the best sloppy joe recipe I’ve ever found. It was stolen from the internet, I just wish I could remember where I got it.
You will need:
Usually makes six or seven nice-sized joes. Sometimes I prefer to use more cumin and less brown sugar, it depends on the mood.
In a large skillet over medium-high heat, saute the ground beef for 5 minutes. Add the onion and red bell pepper. Saute for 5 more minutes, or until the onion is tender. Drain the fat.
Now mix in the tomato paste and water, stirring until the paste is dissolved (doesn’t take very long). Stir in everything else. Continue to heat until the mixture is thick and stewy. Sometimes, I like to add a little extra water and reduce again.
Bon appetit! If you make it, let me know what you think.
Well, I’m fresh back from a trip to the wonderful Kroger — a trip that, I maintain, would have been made partly unnecessary by the Fishline.
It appears the pimply, nice U-Scan boy who used to work every single night has quit. I haven’t seen him in about two months. This a shame, because I love him. Even if it’s actually slower than using a cashier (who can say?), doing U-Scan just feels faster. He was the fastest vegetable code number typist I’ve ever seen. So, wherever you’ve gone, Face, I salute you.
Is it just me, or can the steady erosion and decline of American values be traced to when Sunny Delight changed its name to Sunny D?
And finally, it appears that you can now buy these fabulous Butterball chicken breasts that have been marinated for you. This is a Godsend for anyone who is not getting enough sodium in his diet. But here’s the best part: they’re sold in individually sealed chicken bags. No more touching raw meat — ever! All you have to do is carefully cut them open with a steak knife, dump that knife into the dishwasher, and Keshia Knight-Pulliam! you just got off scot free. I can’t emphasize how many “out, damned spot!” washing experiences this could have saved.
This is the SECRET, famous recipe from La Spice herself. It’s better than anything you might find in a Mexican retsarint resturaent place to eat.
The original units of measurement were a lot less precise than what I’m giving you, honey. Don’t complain.
Because she is a classy dame, everything up in this piece should be generic or out of a can. For example, I used Kroger brand whenever possible, and bought canned artichoke hearts even though fresh artichokes are, presumably, available. Also the garlic should come out of a little jar instead of doing it yourself. You could screw it up! Don’t take that kind of a chance. “Processed means best dressed.”
“I don’t really know how to describe it. It’s not an exact science.”
Basically, dump all this crap into a bowl. I like to use a nice metal bowl that can go right into the oven. Cover the bowl with Reynolds brand aluminum foil and bake in an oven at 400F for 20 minutes. Then remove the foil and cook it “some more, like until it turns brown or whatever.” In my experience, at least 10 minutes’ additional cooking time is required. I like to have a nice brown, half-burnt skin on the sides, which I scrape off with a spoon and mix into the dip.
Serve with a bunch of chips. And don’t be fooled by the Tostitos “scoops.” They taste weird. Get the kind that says, “Perfect for nachos,” because the kind that says “Perfect for dipping” is really just “Perfect for eating right out of the bag.”
And, gentle reader, do let me know how you liked it.
Agreed. Please make dinner.
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