Things to note in this photo: my cinnamon rolls and dinner rolls. At the last minute I decided to try making the stuffing in the slow cooker. Came out fantastic. My Mother-in-law brought me pumpkin pop tarts. I just had one and the sugar is making my heart race. But in a good way.
Yesterday’s meal came out excellent even though I did, uh, unplanned improvisation on pretty much every single recipe.
Screw Alton Brown and his commenters on that brine recipe. I thought the cooking temperatures seemed sorta high and took it down a notch. I checked on the turkey a half hour before it was supposed to be done just to see how it was doing. It looked like a retiree after a long summer on the beach in Miami and when I jammed the thermometer in the breast the temperature shot up to 170 and I screamed and took it out of the oven. By some miracle it still tasted fantastic. Also, I ignored the part about aromatics. I don’t see how shoving an apple and cinnamon stick into a turkey’s ass while it cooks is going to do anything.
[Aside: I was dying to put an update on my Facebook page that said, “Anyone know how to tell which side of the turkey is the breast?”
I thought it would be hilarious but then I knew there would be at least one person who would very earnestly try to explain it to me and it would irritate me for the rest of the weekend.]
The chocolate mocha cake was delicious. I don’t know how to drizzle things on cake to make them look pretty but I plopped some fudge sauce on and then brought the bowl to the table so we could shovel more on our individual pieces.
While I cooked I decided to listen to record albums. Yes, we have a turntable in our house. We keep it next to our electric typewriter and our rotary phone.
Records are a pain in the butt. You can see how that mp3 player thing took off. I listened to The Babys Anthology, [aside: this is the first time I noticed the creative pluralization. Did they think “The Babies” was too stupid?] Dramarama CinÃ©ma VÃ©ritÃ©, and Skid Row featuring my favorite Gilmore Girls bit part actor Sebastian Bach. How do you think Sebastian feels these days when he has to sing Youth Gone Wild? I felt pretty great singing it in my kitchen.
I was doing my air guitar solo and Bob came in and said, “Hey Eddie Trunk what’s this you’re listening to?”
I don’t know why I’m putting all these URLs in or make these references because there is only one person who looks at this website who is going to have a clue what I’m talking about.
Our speakers are screwed up and I got tired of messing with them so I gave up on records before I could get to Camper Van Beethoven, Our Beloved Revolutionary Sweetheart.
We have one of those turn your records into mp3 turntables so later I’m going to set up a recording station and put this stuff on my iPod so I can be ready for Thanksgiving next year.