A few years ago, we had a most interesting Thanksgiving and it all had to do with my family’s love of dark meat.
One year at Thanksgiving we had about a dozen people for dinner. When we were done, the back of the turkey looked like it had been dipped in acid with not a morsel left. However, the breast was almost totally intact.
The following year I thought I was being smart by ordering a turkey and four extra legs–plenty of dark meat for all. Went to the store, and picked up two enormous (and expensive) bags with the turkey in them.
Thanksgiving morning we took the bags out to see how big the bird was.
One giant turkey leg.
Two giant legs.
Three giant legs.
Four giant legs…oops, no turkey.
Even in New York City, have you ever tried buying a turkey on Thanksgiving day?
We finally ended up with a frozen kosher bird. My father and I worked to defrost it, alternating between a hair-dryer, and water bath.
Don’t even start with “you’re never supposed to defrost anything that way” comments.
Desperate times call for desperate measures.
Finally, after a couple of hours we got it defrosted, stuffed and put it and the giant legs in the oven.
If you’re wondering why we felt the need for a whole bird, two word–inside stuffing. It’s just so much better when it’s cooked in the bird (and I know the same people who are against speed defrosting are probably anti-inside stuffing too…tough).
But we knew we had a story for the family history book. Ever since then, we just buy a whole turkey, and if someone wants extra legs, it’s strictly BYO.
What was your most memorable or disaster ridden Thanksgiving?