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The Woman's Dictionary of Symbols and Sacred Objects
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Sunday, 25 November 2007

mmmm. yummy thanksgiving. Lots of food and a couple of pies. I managed to make a decent gluten-free pie crust for my mom's apple pie recipe and i experimented with an almond flour crust for the pumpkin pie.
The most amazing thing was the turkey. I found the best freakin recipe on GlutenFreeda.com. I injected Dude (yep, we named the turkey) with a cocktail of dry white wine and spices the night before. Thursday morning, I rubbed him down with a dry rub of sage, rosemary, oregano, garlic and salt. THen, as he was cooking, I basted him in those same herbs mixed with more wine and chicken stock.

Dude came out of the oven fragrant, moist and seasoned. I also picked up a tip from the New York Times about cutting the turkey, once it's cool, like you would cut up a raw chicken. Why hadn't I thought of that? It was so easy, and within 15 minutes I'd harvested all the meat off the carcass and could easily slice the breast and create a serving platter for the table.

Until Wednesday afternoon I was dreading cooking. I just couldn't see beyond the craziness of my job, and I had also left all my shopping until wednesday night. But I felt the stress melting with every block I left work behind, and by the time I got home I was ready to be on holiday. Shopping was quick and streamlined so by 10 pm Wednesday the kitchen was stocked and I was shooting up Dude with wine. His little thighs were bulging with wine and his breasts were puffing up. Bizarre. But, damn, it tasted good the next day.

Daughter Number 1 was home from college, and the four of us had a great weekend eating, doing crafts, getting a christmas tree...and then eating some more. It's been a good rest.

Posted by: brutallycurious at November 25, 2007 21:44 | link | comments (1)