I don’t know: it may have just been a fantastic year for turkey or the Spirit of Thanksgiving blessed all birds or something. I was at a friend’s house and his mom did everything “wrong” according to current wisdom: she basted the bird (makes the skin rubbery and greasy and lowers the oven temp each time), crammed the bird full of veggies (too much stuffing increases cooking time and can prevent hot air from cooking the interior properly), used the “low and slow” method (dries out the white meat) and so on. But it was one of the best tasting turkeys I’ve ever had. So who knows?
Anyway, will someone take me back to old Constantinople?
I’m with you ultress I don’t like the taste of white meat on either turkey or chicken. I don’t mind game fowl if they are cooked right, something about a more natural state than a bird that’s cooped up in a pen I think.
In fact I didn’t like any of the food presented this year. I don’t think the dark meat was cooked through (my goofy step-mom kept fucking with the temperature – bad thing especially considering we were at 9,600 feet of altitude,) I didn’t even try the white since I don’t like it, the potatoes were too fancy for my taste (I make the best potatoes for T-Giving, not too runny and not too thick and very basic,) the green bean casserole didn’t taste right and the stuffing (I love my daddy but) wasn’t all that great either.
Aside from the fact that it took me three hours to drive what normally is a two hour drive, I did have a good time but the food wasn’t a “Thanksgiving” to me.
Next year, maybe I will figure out a way to bow out of T-Giving even though I love my family, I was not impressed this year.
You know, I’ve never understood the practice of bothering people to eat foods they like just because you do. I’d rather discourage them, because then there’s more for me. Perhaps you could point that out to your husband, ultress.
Kat, who only got one helping of stuffing this year, because too many people like it.
You see, it has always been my opinion that if somebody eats something often enough, they will learn to love it. This opinion has only been enhanced by observation down the years. My friend now adores olives - something he couldn’t stand a few years ago. The kabbess goes wild for spicy foods when she couldn’t stomach anything hotter than a korma two years back. There are more examples than I could shake a fairly large stick at.
Your hubby is only trying to increase your quality of life. Try not to hate him for it, no matter how obnoxious it may seem.
But I agree - there is a time and a place for suggestion. And learning when to back off is important. So can we just say that he was in the wrong, but for the best of reasons?
Ok, the hubby deep fried three turkeys, basting each on in something different. I have to admit they do taste better being deep fried. Not at all dry and tasteless. I still don’t particularly care for turkey, but I can tolerate it fixed this way ok. I’ll have a turkey sandwich tonight and with plenty of mayo it should be ok.
Mmmm…leftovers. I shall now reveal the fixins to my pride and joy, the Thanksgiving Leftovers Sandwich of Doom[sup]tm[/sup]!
Toast three slices of bread, reheat turkey, stuffing and mashed potatos in the microwave. On the bottom slice of toast, place generous helpings of turkey smothered in chilled cranberry sauce. Place the second piece of toast on top, and on top of that slice (it’s a double-decker sandwich) place stuffing, potatos, more turkey, and gravy. Top off with the last slice of toast and eat, if you can fit it in your mouth.
Fenris, will you come with me to Thanksgiving next year and tell my mother that?
She makes this disgusting (IMO) sweet potato recipe with bourban and marshmallows that I find utterly revolting. She also insists on plopping a big spoonful on the plate of anyone who doesn’t try it.
This year I yanked my perfectly-filled plate away just before she tried to ruin it with a big spoonful of sweet potato barf. She very nearly dropped it on my sister’s antique lace tablecloth. :eek: Sis then gave her an earful for forcing people to try something they don’t want. BTW, this is not something new; we go through it every freaking year. And every freaking year, she is amazed that I didn’t take any sweet potatoes.
Let’s see, Mom; sweet potatoes…I don’t like them. I’ve tried them several different ways and I am quite sure I don’t like them. Marshmallows…I don’t like them. I don’t like Rocky Road ice cream, I don’t like Peeps, I don’t like Marshmallow Fluff, I don’t like marshmallows. Bourban…no, thanks, not a big drinker here. Not that fond of hard liquor period.
Mix all three and somehow she thinks I should like the resulting glop?
No thanks.
Mmmmm, Jester, can I place an order for a sandwich? That sounds yummy!
I like turkey but I hate pie. A lot of people might think that’s odd, but I don’t. Hey, and four out of the seven characters on “Friends” weren’t eating turkey Thursday night either, so you’re not alone.
Well last night I ate: turkey, mashed potatoes, and garlic bread. I know, I wasn’t exactly so full you could push me over. I always feel a little guilty that I don’t stuff myself, but well, that’s not my style.
Just one more thing to add: love the “Istanbul not Constantinople” song but all the lyrics I know have already been said…Hehe.
Ah, the holiday season. That lovely time of year when families gather together to remind themselves of why it is they avoid each other the rest of the year. :rolleyes:
Yes, I hate turkey, too, and will only eat the dark meat if I have to eat any of it at all. Thank goodness the folks I spend holidays with usually also have ham. That was really good this year, since “the turkey” was just a breast. Even smoked (the skin really was delicious), the meat itself is like eating a phone book. I also hate sweet potatoes, yams (which they tell me really isn’t a sweet potato), cranberries, and beets.
If you think you’ve got it bad, though, you should move to the South where it’s obligatory to eat greens & black-eyed peas on New Year’s day. If you’ve never had greens, believe me, they’re nothing like spinach. I’m not sure how anyone gets past the smell, much less eats them. Not eating them constitutes bad luck, so anyone who cares about you is determined to force some down your throat. I’ll just take my chances, thanks anyway.