@Lauren Lipton@facebook Jesus, are we all working for the same fucking magazine?
@j-i-a Jia, you are the best.
@silly*goose Wow, this is brilliant! Thanks much. Going to try beurre manie posthaste!
@leonstj Thanks for the explanation! That makes sense.
Hope you report back here on your Thanksgiving bar conversations--I bet you'll get some good stories.
@OhMarie I think it means that it will take the dough about 3 hours to warm up and continue rising--but you're right, what does this have to do with the size of the turkey?
This is great--really helpful reminders. Thank you! But what about GRAVY? Gravy is my favorite part of the meal.
I usually cook the neck and giblets in about 4 c of water (you can do this the day before or as the turkey roasts) to make broth, then do a flour-based gravy with butter and the pan drippings, as well as chopped-up giblets and neck meat. If I happen to be drinking dark beer I add some of that as well. And of course the broth. And a little soy sauce for depth. Does anyone do cornstarch gravy? I am curious about it but also a little trepidatious.
While I'm blathering (I'm cooking for eight tomorrow and feeling a bit nervous), any opinions on spatchcocking? I did it last year and the meat came out really moist and tender, but it didn't look as impressive as a big ol' bird with stuffing and all.
Pretty sure this is a sign of the apocalypse.
Hooray!!!! RBtT never fails to crack me up.
Yesterday I got a text from a guy I pseudo-dated informing me he was back with his ex-wife. Which is very nice for him and all that, but if I ever text him again it will start with "Hark, filth!"
In fact maybe every text I ever send anyone from now on will start like that. It kind of seems to clear the way for everything.
One of my longstanding personal commandments is "thou shalt not commit poetry."
And that professor can go shit in a hat, Sarah Miller, cause you are one of my favorite writers on the 'Pin.
And also, have you ever associated with actual poets? I have found the ratio of assholes to be far higher than in groups of regular people. I am instantly suspicious when someone cops to writing poetry.
That said, I admit to having been moved, on occasion, by a poem.