I'm also a fairly competent baker. Now that I have a kitchen that's pretty easy to get around in, I've been baking quite a bit. In the past month, I've already made cookies twice. Up next is my killer pumpkin pie, crust made from scratch from someone's German Grandmother's recipe where they don't have exact measurements. The directions are something along the lines of "pour in enough liquid until the dough feels velvety." Let me tell you, when you get it right, it really DOES feel velvety! It's my secret weapon and the thing I bring to every Thanksgiving.
This year, however, I'm hosting what we like to call Friendsgiving. And with hosting duties comes the making of the Turkey.
I. Am. Terrified.
Seriously. There's something about that pale, slimy bird that scares the ever loving crap outta me. ESPECIALLY since I have to cook for other people. If it was just me? No problem! Well, ok, fine. If it WERE just me I'd order a turkey dinner from the diner down the street and that would be the end of that.
I don't know what I find most intimidating. Maybe the fact that I've never made anything that has to cook for 4 hours before? Maybe it's because I don't have control really. Once it's in there, I just touch it every 45 minutes or so to pour meat juices over it. Maybe it's the fact that if it's under-cooked, everyone gets food poisoning, if it's over-cooked it's going to be dry and gross.
It's a food that has been cooked and served since practically the dawn of time. Why am I so scared!? I know it'll be fine. I always freak out when cooking for others. It will be fine. It will be tasty and juicy and delicious and it'll be another notch in my "Maybe I really finally AM an adult" belt.
Any advice, readers? Favorite recipes? Care to join in the Friendsgiving Feast? I promise the turkey will turn out just great! Comment and let me know!