Not a whole hell of a lot.
J and I decided we would cook the turkey that has been in our freezer for some time. We thought we would have our own Thanksgiving - just the two of us. Aren't we romantic?
Well, we were romantic until we stuck the damn bird in the oven. After three hours - the time it should have taken - we pulled the bird out to check on it. Still pink.
How can this be?
We give it another half hour.
Still pink.
Then J notices that we have the oven set to Broil.
He had broiled some garlic bread a week or so ago and didn't switch it back. Neither of us thought to check. The poor guy was so apologetic. He felt terrible. . Once we realized our mistake, we ended up eating all of our side dishes waiting for the damn bird to cook. I laughed because it was rather funny. I could have checked just as easily, but I didn't think about it.
You can bet the next time we celebrate our own holiday, we will check the oven!
It turns out that if you broil a 14 pound turkey for 5 hours and then bake it for another hour, you have one damn juicy bird.
Food for thought.
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