In my last post I showed the brining process that I used for our Thanksgiving turkey. I promised that I would let everyone (all two of you that read this blog) know how it turned out.
But before I get to that, let me explain a bit about how we had to cook this bastard (I’m just assuming that the bird was born out of turkey wedlock, so there is a possibility I’m wrong on that one).
A.Brown instructs, as seen here in this YouTube video, that one should cook their turkey for 30 min at 500 degrees, insert a probe (hee hee) thermometer into the thickest part of the breast (hee hee), put an aluminum tent on the turkey, and then reduce the oven to 350 degrees. It should, at that point, only take 1 1/2 to 2 hours before the bird is cooked (meaning the total cook time is 2 to 2 1/2 hours). Oh, and don’t forget to put some oil on the bird before you cook it! Once the turkey is ready, cover it and let it rest for 15 min before carving.
Let me state, for the record, that I (and my mother) had every good intention of following this recipe to the letter. This is partly because I’m a self diagnosed anal retentive – thanks WebMD! – and partly because my mom was cool with me doing whatever and I said whatever was doing what Alton Brown told me to do.
As we’ve all heard, the road to hell (and dry turkey) is paved with good intentions.
First, roadblock to turkey success? My parents own what I think might be the first oven ever forged in the free world. That bitch be old. Not that she’s not still kicking – when we turn the oven on, everyone (who’s smart) stands back because, no shit, the oven SHOOTS FIRE. Yup, the oven blows it’s doors open and shoots flames when the pilot kicks on. If I had a video camera (or a phone with a video function), I would have taken footage. It’s hilarious and frightening all at once. As hot as you might imagine a fire-shooting oven might get, it actually doesn’t go up to 500 degrees. That’s right, folks. The oven only gets up to 450. We decided we’d cook the turkey for 30 min at 450 and then follow the rest of the directions as listed.
If only that had happened. I had told my mom the directions, but since I thought I’d be doing the actual turkey set up/ cooking, I didn’t really stress how important I thought it was to follow said directions, nor did I bother printing them out or showing her how to find them online.
My mom, who is the sweetest woman in the world, decided she would let me sleep in on Thanksgiving day since she knew I had stayed up late to work on decorations for my niece’s birthday and that she would surprise me by cooking the turkey for me. So, for Thanksgiving (and every day) I’m thankful for a badass mom who is amazing and wonderful and tried her best to cook a turkey from memory the way her daughter insisted it was supposed to be done.
So, how did we (and by we, I mean my mom) actually cook the turkey? It was put in the oven at 450 degrees for an hour (maybe an hour and a half, we’re not sure). Then the oven was turned down to 350 ish (nothing is accurate in that oven) with no aluminum tent put on. Thirty minutes later when I got up, we realized there was no tent on the bird nor was the thermometer inserted. Whoops. We fixed that posthaste. Then we also realized, since my mom was also doing all of the rest of the Thanksgiving prep by herself, that no oil had been put on the turkey. Oven opened back up, and everything adjusted. Oh, since the turkey was on a rack in a pan, we put stuffing all around and under it. Total, I think we cooked the turkey about 3 1/2 or 4 hours – pretty much double what it should have been cooked. Oh, and then we forgot to cover it when we let it rest.
So with all that – I think it’s easy to see how the turkey would be kinda dry and not good. WRONG. It was effin’ delicious. The breast was a little drier than I had hoped, but it was still really moist and better than most turkey I’d had in recent years. The dark meat was insanely amazing, too.
So verdict? I’m going to call this recipe “unfuckupable.” It wasn’t perfect, but we didn’t cook it perfectly and it still turned out really great. My mom declared that from now on we are going to brine all the turkeys we cook. Then she told my dad that we were getting a new oven (she said this in kinda the same way I insisted we were going to brine the turkey. Clearly I am my mother’s daughter).
In all the rush and bustle, I didn’t take many pics, so… sorry? Here are the pics I did take:
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Thanksgiving banner that I made.
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Petra gives thanks for turkey.
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Cats don’t give a shit.
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See? This is our other cat not giving a shit.
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Oiling up the bird.
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Oiled.
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Foiled.
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Looks mundane enough…
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… but that is the face of death right there.