The last time I attempted turkey was a over year ago on the eve of my sister in laws wedding. We were on a rotating cook schedule devised by my mother-in-law. Since I have experience in cooking for crowds, I grabbed the wedding eve spot.
Turkey was the decision.
The night before turkey day, we pulled the semi frozen turkey out of the bar fridge to assess the state of thaw. It was still solid so we left it on top of the fridge for a short time.
Everyone was in a tizzy of activity and I forgot to check the turkey. In fact, everyone forgot the turkey. Until the next day when it was time to put it in the oven.
The house was deserted. One of my mother in laws friends was with me when we realized that the turkey had been left on top of the fridge...
all day yesterday...
half the morning...
The outside of the turkey was room temperature. The inside of the turkey was room temperature. Our eyes met. Oh fudge!
It was a perfect set up to kill the wedding party and half the family. I was finally going to kill someone with a turkey! I am in so much trouble. (This is an Italian family I married into.)
I panicked and sent my husband out shrieking "Buy chickens, buy chickens!"
This was the final revised menu.
Oven Roasted Chickens
Hazelnut Cranberry Wild Rice
Scalloped Potatoes with Cream
Green Salad dressed with EVOO and Balsamic vinegar
Marsala Poached Pears with Cinnamon Stick, Vanilla and Orange
No one was the wiser except my mother-in-law. Thank goodness I have an understanding Italian mother-in-law.
She really appreciates when someone doesn't poison her.
...and I make a mean roast chicken.