Ok, not really! BUT since we are supposed to be thankful everyday we can technically call it Thanksgiving!
oh and I AM MAKING AN ENTIRE THANKSGIVING SPREAD! (Paleo, of course!)
Eat your heart out, Martha!
I will post my recipes later.
WE INTERRUPT THIS POST FOR A DISASTER OF MONUMENTAL PROPORTIONS!
So as the turkey was getting done I began to take its temperature with a meat thermometer. When the thermometer stated the temperature of the turkey was a safe 170ish, I foolishly believed it. The mashed potatoes, gravy,and sweet potato pie were all done and waiting patiently to be devoured. The broccoli was in the oven getting roasted to perfection. Clayton (the husband) began to cut into the perfectly golden, juicy bird. He carved one side…mmmmm it smelled (and looked) heavenly. As he cut into the 2nd side he began to look slightly worried. Instead of cutting with confidence he was staring at the bird with a look of anguish.
We examined the meat we thought was done but couldn’t come to a conclusion as to whether it was fully cooked. We decide that even though it’s fun to live dangerously, eating raw poultry was not the way. Sooooooo we stuck it back in the oven with the roasting broccoli to finish cooking. One problem though, you don’t cook a turkey at the same temperature you roast broccoli at…..
By this time we were all starving. We had fluffy potatoes, rich gravy, a mouth-watering sweet potato pie, broccoli roasted to perfection and partially raw, partially burnt turkey.
So we sat down for a Paleo nightmare…..a meatless meal. We ate our sides (that were awesome, by the way) and waited for the turkey to be done. The whole time we ate I kept replaying the scene from National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation where they are all chewing the over cooked turkey. If you’ve seen it you know what I mean and if you haven’t, shame on you, it’s a classic!
By the time we took the turkey out of the oven the kids had moved on but Clayton and I faithfully ate our dry turkey, covered it gravy, of course!
Moral of the story: A meat thermometer might not be the best item to skimp on.
I am just happy to say that I kept my cool during the entire fiasco. There were no tears, foot stomping or yelling at all. However, please do not ask my husband to confirm the last statement….
Recipes to be shared later but don’t worry I will not be instructing anyone on how to cook a turkey.