Cuts & Burns + Turkey Etc.

I cut myself twice, on my left index finger, and my right  middle finger. Typing is different like this.
I slashed the middle finger on cat food container, and the left index cutting a piece of aloe vera for her two burns with my pocket knife.  All rookie moves.

Geri torched herself on a pie rack she used to make an apple pie. She used dry towels, but made the one mistake of not putting the actual towel on the rack, using her finger and her thumb muscle instead. Ouch.

Last year, this time, I did a blog about how felt about brining. I wrote that it was stupid, and this year I'm brining a turkey breat. Geri's request has been a turkey breast. I got a 7 1/3 pound double breast, skin on, bone in. The problem is there's no fat there for flavor, so I will be breaking my rule.

I'll defend my blog of last year by repeating what I said at that time.  Commercial grade turkey and chickens get two baths and are fast frozen before they ever make it to the market. Then we bring them home,  take the gizzards out, wash it again, pat dry it, season it, stuff it, and baste it every 20 minutes in it's own juices.

Next year maybe I'll just season it, and cook it in the friggin' dishwasher.

I'm going to give this turkey breast a dry rum of turmeric, herbs if Provence, more sage, salt, pepper, clove, garlic, onion powder, celery salt. I'll baste it with fresh chicken stock, add veggies the last hour, and finish it off with a honey, brown sugar, ginger glaze at the end.

I'll pull her out of the oven at 145 degrees, and let it rest for 40 minutes before I cut into it.

I made a double load of stuffing, and will make mashers with whole milk and goat's cheese, and sweet potatoes too.

Geri made a great apple pie, with photos to come later. We have pumpkin, vanilla and mocha almond fudge ice cream. Our friend Guy is bringing cup cakes and pumpkin pie. Geri makes the best flakey pie crust in the world. I married my mother. It's very Freudian.

I'll be cycling this meal off all weekend.

There's alway a lot to bitch about, but there's a lot to be thankful for.

That's it.

Life is what happen in between meals.

Peace,

Make Food/Not War