Hubby decided to cook one of those 15 lb turkeys tonight. Mostly because there's just no room in the freezer to store it for future use.
Problem was, he didn't cook it long enough. A little under 3 hours isn't anywhere near long enough for a bird of that size, yuck.
Hubby, being a stubborn specimen of maleness, insisted it was fine, and proceeded to slice the breast meat off it. I pointed out it didn't even
done, let alone look convincingly done. A properly done turkey can
be moist and juicy, yes, but this was excessive juice, and
still on the pinkish side. I.E, NOT. DONE. YET.
He stilled argued it was done.
Listen ladies & gents, I already utterly hate turkey (I find it pretty revolting, especially the smell) but that was enough to make me physically
After he triumphantly laid down for a nap, thinking he won the argument, I ended up piling all the slices back on as best I could to minimize drying
them out and cooking it for another hour and a half.
Yeah, it's dried out like a stereotypical turkey now. Even covering with tin foil & adding butter and water didn't prevent that. Some pieces dried out
pretty damn bad. BUT, the damn thing is thoroughly cooked now.
My appetite is still deader than an Egyptian pharaoh thanks to the under-cooked spectacle earlier. I might poke at the pumpkin pie, but I have
absolutely no desire to eat any kind of meal yet tonight.
And the house stinks like turkey. I'm not a happy camper tonight