How NOT To Cook A Turkey October 5, 2014Posted by nrhatch in Food & Drink, Humor.
In letters written by my grandfather to dad in the 50’s, 60’s, 70’s, and 80’s, my grandfather mentioned getting up early to dress the turkey for Thanksgiving and Christmas gatherings.
Most years, his calculations resulted in a stuffed bird ready to be eaten at the appointed hour.
But not always.
In 1971, he wrote my dad the day after Christmas to say:
The Royces were here in time for the gifts. Previously, I started the turkey at 5:45. Let it rest in the oven during gifts.
When I took it out it was OK ~ OK but the meat was off the bone, in the bottom of the roaster, all ready to lift out with a fork. Which I did and filled the platter with delicate hunks.
The dressing was contained by the skeleton and I could see right in to get it out fine. The dressing was dry and well seasoned with sage from the garden. They were so hungry by then it was a big success and they cleaned the platter.
It was a happy day.
In the same letter, he shared a moment about his wife Margaret’s Christmas:
She insisted she could not be happy with anything except a new toilet seat. I tried to tell her what a good one the old one was.
No Soap. It just had to be.
I dangled a new watch, diamonds, a few dresses, another coat ~ No, A Toilet Seat.
I had Hi bring one down from Shepards. I worked all one forenoon trying to remove the old. It clung to its position till in desperation I cut the bolts with a hacksaw.
The new one went on better and Margaret got a new set of table linen for it. It sure looks nice especially the bib about the base.
I don’t long for the old days and old ways. I recall how the wind whistled in the olds . . . out in the shed.
Aah . . . indoor plumbing . . . that’s better!