It’s a gurmpy day.
I don’t know what Sah-dog was dreaming about but his tail was going a mile a minute. I need food but the I can hear the kitchen is crowded right now and I’m too grumpy to be trusted out among the natives.
Note to self. don’t forget to take the duck out of the freezer tonight so it will thaw in time.
p.s. Write yourself a shopping list for tomorrow, dang it!
I’ve never tried duck. I’ve had game hen and quail, though.
Just got a phone call about a participant who was found slumped over his desk at his trainin’ site. The paramedics were called and he has been taken to the horsepistol. His emergency contact has been notified and an incident report is bein’ written up. Of course I am 45 miles away from where it happened but nonetheless must go there. He’s 87 years old and I’ve been kinda worried about him for a few weeks because he seemed to be slippin’ somewhat, as in not rememberin’ things and such. Dang! Hope he’s gonna be okay.
Meanwhile, I have been nominated for meanest person of the year by the two people I put on leave due to their actin’ up at their respective trainin’ sites. This does not bother me. Maybe that’s my weird thing, bein’ a big ol’ meanie does not bother me.
-swampbear (big ol’ meanie)
Up and almost awake. Forty degrees (F) out, getting close to 41. Hit Taco Bell on the way to work and got a burrito supreme.
As for things that make people look at me oddly - about a year and a half ago, I started blessing people for non-sneeze bodily noises and eructations. I know it’s historical, but I don’t see why sneezes should get all the love.
My family has gotten used to it, so I sometimes forget that other people aren’t.
Shhhh! It’s in the theater tonight so some of us put off watching it.
Yes, please. 
Well I guess i will be driving downtown to get my meds.
The generic for Plavix is $7/month at UofM.
It will cost me ::gasp / faint:: $149/month at CVS!!!
The nurses told me it would be expensive, they weren’t kidding. I hope the UofM will give me 3 or 6 months at a time to save me the trip. Unfortunately they won’t mail it to me, it has to be picked up.
My other meds are more expensive at the UofM, so I will be using a different pharmacy for them.
So I need to schedule a day to drive downtown, oh joy and happiness for that. I will be grateful though that it is available at such a nice price.
I have nothing to add, but that’s not going to stop me from adding it.
I was going to answer, but **Bobbio **did it better. All I have to say is that if I ever cook a whole turkey again, it will be brined. The Sainted SpazMom was the queen of the oven-dried turkey, so I must have moisture in my bird.
This is the recipe my brine is based on; the difference is a little tweaking in the spices.
This is the biggest secret to brining: BE SURE TO RINSE THE BIRD INSIDE AND OUT WHEN YOU TAKE IT OUT OF THE BRINE! If you don’t, you will have a poultry flavored salt lick. The citrus and spices won’t wash out, FWIW.
As mentioned before, brine it for 8-24 hours, longer time for the larger bird. My victim for Thursday is an 8-1/2 lber, so 12 will be plenty of time.
Do not brine in anything metal, because the salinity will eat the pot or kettle. I use a purpose bought plastic bucket, and have a second refrigerator that I brine in.
I’ve used kosher salt and pickling salt both, so long as the salt is uniodized, it shouldn’t matter what you use. Iodized salt will discolor the meat.
ETA: Disregard the recipe link! It doesn’t list the frozen OJ and cranberry concentrates, nor the pepper. I will look for the real one and post.
ETA2: The right recipe.
damned lack-of-caffeine headache! I need to stop doing stupid things with drugs.*
*Legal drugs like caffeine.
I hope so too!
Anyone with any sense knows that even the most mellow of teddybear types can get mean if you give them reason.
I find that Reynolds oven bags are wonderful at dealing with that problem.
What the hell do you do for a living Swampy, torture kittens?
Size?
There’s a family story from before my time about the time Rev. Mrs. Grandma tried to cook a turkey in a paper bag. Her “OH FOR CRYIN’ OUT IN THE BLAZIN’ BUCKETS” is still echoing around the stratosphere. The fire was put out quickly with no loss of life or property. The turkey was rather…well done, shall we say.
Howdy from da cave! So glad to be home! Got cornbread bakin’ away as I post, some to go with beef/veggie soup and a bunch to make cornbread dressin’ for Turkey Day. That’s what we southerners eat instead of stuffin’. Also, I stopped by the sto’ and bought two big bunches or collards. I shall clean both of ‘em this evenin’. One bunch shall be cooked or TDay and the other will be frozen after cleanin’ and will get cooked for New Year’s Day. Those are the two most important collard eatin’ days of the year. They were on sale so I bought two. Plus it sounds all efficient like to say I’m cleanin’ collards for two different meals at once.
That’s more a recreational activity than an irk activity. 
The thing I mentioned earlier about a participant slumpin’ over at his worksite is not as bad as it could have been. He’s conscious, talkin’ (a bit confused still) and will stay at the horsepistol a couple days for some tests. Sucks havin’ a horsepistol stay this week but he’s gettin’ the care he needs which is what matters most.
Ok, gotta go check on stuff.
Laterz!
I never noticed the extremely thin white lines in between sections of a SDMB post and different threads on the sub-forum pages until right now. Maybe I need my eyes checked.
I think it’s about 2 gallons. It’s a mop bucket from the dollar store, and it has never seen a mop.
Happy Frosty Monday!! Missy Prissy demonstrated her stoopit in fine style today. Thankfully, I’m working directly with someone else, so I don’t have to deal with her much any more. And that suits me just fine.
My work week is half done - YAY!! 
That’s really all I’ve got. Except to say that last year, my mother brined the turkey and we had the saltiest, awfullest gravy ever! I prefer to cook my turkey low and slow - it’s so moist that way, plus you wake up to a yummy-smelling house! Maybe if I find a small bird after all the holiday hubbub, I’ll get it for a future meal. I lurves me some turkey!
Still a dearth of chocolate love offerings. Alas…