What other kind of time is there, you might ask? Well, dears, pull up a chair, close your eyes. Now. Imagine time that swirls in circles, like snowflakes, only not as cold, usually. Makes ya dizzy doesn't it?
Fabiola's world.
Regardless, despite all the whirling and what-have-you, Fabiola did try her whiskey injected turkey idea. Well, whiskey s-l-o-w-ly reduced on the stove with butter, then injected. Not bad. Needed a not sweet cherry sauce. Maybe, maybe to be seasonal, cranberry, but Fabiola suspects that cranberry might be too aggressive.
That said, while the whiskey turkey was not bad, it just screamed pretentious fancy pants food. Well it did. Fabiola may live in a world where time refuses to sit still, but everything else has been shellacked in place for the last 60 years. Taste in food is no exception.
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Showing posts with label turkey. Show all posts
Turkey Talk
Despite the fact that Fabiola called bad turkey mojo upon herself by announcing that she has never had a turkey disaster, this year's turkey turned out just fine.
How could it be any other way? Well, Fabiola is about to tell you how.
"Flavor Injector". That is how. This year while picking up a few last minute groceries Fabiola heard the dulcet call of kitchen gadgetry. There it was ensconced in cardboard and plastic, gleaming injector needle winking in the florescent light. Try me, the siren song wafted throught the air. Fabiola's hand went out and before she could think, there it was in her cart.
Now, there are people who use these syringe type devices with skill and Fabiola presumes great success. But, Fabiola likes to try new ideas and Fabiola in the midst of a creative frenzy sometimes does not consider that people have been cooking and eating for millennia, and if Fabiola is the first person to consider combining, oh, say, Turkey and blended whiskey, there might just be a reason for that *.
Fabiola has to admit that if it had been any day other than Thanksgiving, she would have actually tried the whiskey idea. Instead, Fabiola went with clarified butter.
Lots of it.
The bird was sublime.
But Fabiola still wonders. She, after all, has an injector and turkeys are still on sale.
* - In re-reading it occurs to Fabiola that phrase is mighty familliar - Fabiola has determined that she has interpolated it from something that Fran Leibowitz once wrote and Fabiola once read, only Fran's version was actually funny. As always.
How could it be any other way? Well, Fabiola is about to tell you how.
"Flavor Injector". That is how. This year while picking up a few last minute groceries Fabiola heard the dulcet call of kitchen gadgetry. There it was ensconced in cardboard and plastic, gleaming injector needle winking in the florescent light. Try me, the siren song wafted throught the air. Fabiola's hand went out and before she could think, there it was in her cart.
Now, there are people who use these syringe type devices with skill and Fabiola presumes great success. But, Fabiola likes to try new ideas and Fabiola in the midst of a creative frenzy sometimes does not consider that people have been cooking and eating for millennia, and if Fabiola is the first person to consider combining, oh, say, Turkey and blended whiskey, there might just be a reason for that *.
Fabiola has to admit that if it had been any day other than Thanksgiving, she would have actually tried the whiskey idea. Instead, Fabiola went with clarified butter.
Lots of it.
The bird was sublime.
But Fabiola still wonders. She, after all, has an injector and turkeys are still on sale.
* - In re-reading it occurs to Fabiola that phrase is mighty familliar - Fabiola has determined that she has interpolated it from something that Fran Leibowitz once wrote and Fabiola once read, only Fran's version was actually funny. As always.
Fabiola's Thanksgiving Nagging Day 1
It is four days before Thanksgiving. Have you bought your turkey yet? You should have, if you haven't, go shopping soon (today). If you wait, all the good ones* will be gone.
* By good ones Fabiola means the BIG frozen turkeys. You get more value for your money with the bigger turkeys (meat to bone ratio don'tchaknow?). Cooked turkey freezes!
If you intend to buy a fresh turkey -- Tuesday or Wednesday is the day. Fresh turkey should be stored in the fridge no more than one or two days. If so, do you have your fresh turkey reserved? No? Well! You are quite the gambler, aren't you?
If you are one of those "just enough" people (nothing wrong with that) buy a turkey that weighs
(Number of people eating) multiplied by 1 (or 1.5 if you want left-overs).
Speaking of freezers, if you have bought your turkey, is your turkey still in your deep-freeze? It shouldn't be, it should be in the refrigerator. If it is in a store display freezer (see above) or your refrigerator freezer, you have another day.
That is all for this morning. More later.
* By good ones Fabiola means the BIG frozen turkeys. You get more value for your money with the bigger turkeys (meat to bone ratio don'tchaknow?). Cooked turkey freezes!
If you intend to buy a fresh turkey -- Tuesday or Wednesday is the day. Fresh turkey should be stored in the fridge no more than one or two days. If so, do you have your fresh turkey reserved? No? Well! You are quite the gambler, aren't you?
If you are one of those "just enough" people (nothing wrong with that) buy a turkey that weighs
(Number of people eating) multiplied by 1 (or 1.5 if you want left-overs).
Speaking of freezers, if you have bought your turkey, is your turkey still in your deep-freeze? It shouldn't be, it should be in the refrigerator. If it is in a store display freezer (see above) or your refrigerator freezer, you have another day.
That is all for this morning. More later.
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