Monday, November 23, 2009
The fate of our turkey.
I know you've been anticipating this post on the fate of the turkey in our fridge. Paul even suggested that we tweet about the progress. Yeah, right. I don't think David's used twitter since the day he set up an account. I have never even been to the site. Paul, next time just come on up for a visit and tweet for us.
We had an exciting morning on Sunday. David stuffed that turkey and I passed the spices off to him to rub the bird down. I spent the morning running to the bathroom because all the raw meat at 9am was too much for my preggo senses. In the end though, with a little manipulation of the faithful crockpot (a larger one than usual borrowed from Kim) to ensure that the lid was sealed....
....the turkey was a grand success.
It was seriously delicious. Special thanks to Kim for hunting down recipes to accomodate my obsession with using the crock pot for all things possible.
I was very domestic this weekend. Admittedly, I'm not much of a chef. The thought of spending hours in the kitchen on a Saturday is not my idea of a good time. The concept of homemade yeast rolls has hitherto always been stopped by the reality that for 25cents a roll, I can stop by O'Charley's on my way home from craft browsing at Hobby Lobby and pick up a dozen hot rolls with honey butter. If I average in my time and ingredients for homemade rolls, O'Charley's puts me out on top. This weekend though, I figured as long as I was going to try my hand at turkey cooking, I might as well make my own rolls as well. After a panicked phone call to my sister-in-law and Brandi, I discovered that I'd forgotten a cup of flour. I remedied this though and the end result....
Now tell me those don't look beautiful...albeit unbaked.