. . . Well, then, you've come to the right place!
Several months ago, John and his good friend Marshall hatched a plan - yes, hatched - to roast a turducken. That would be a chicken stuffed into a duck stuffed into a turkey. You've got to wonder who came up with that idea in the first place.
(Just google it if you've never heard of it.)
(Every food blog has a recipe for it, so I won't bore you with the details. Not to mention the fact that Marshall did all the work for preparing the turducken so I'm not exactly sure how it's done.)
(This post may have an abundance of sentences with parentheses.)
(You've been warned.)
Finally, we got around to actually doing it and last Saturday we had the First Annual Turducken Meal at Toliver's House.
While Marshall did all the prep work for the meat, I did roast it in my oven.
It took about 7 hours for approximately 25 pounds of meat at 300 degrees. I left it covered with tinfoil until the last half hour or so.
It does help to have an industrial size Viking oven like ours. It also helps to have a strong husband because that thing is AWKWARD to get in and out of the oven.
Now, ladies, what crucial mistake is my husband making in the above picture??! No, it's not holding a giant carving knife next to my head. The mistake is that he's holding a damp, greasy knife right beside my newly straightened hair. It's a miracle he survived the day. I know all y'all ladies are with me on that one. Yes, "all y'all" is an acceptable colloquialism when you live in Texas. It's also a very simple way to pluralize your nouns.
Of course, back to the feast, it helps to have friends and family who are willing to try a new food and to bring side dishes (this was just the start!). . .
And who are also willing to completely clean the kitchen afterwards.
The latter point was not a requirement for the invitation, but I didn't argue when the ladies offered.
We had 21 turducken feasters total (thank God for husbands like mine who had the idea and ambition to build a giant dining room addition). My mom was at this table too, seated between my dad and husband, but for any of you who know my hard-working mother, you know she's rarely sitting down for any length of time.
|My dad, the master mashed potato whipper|
Ten of the turducken feasters were Tolivers.
The table pictured below was probably the most entertaining table to sit at . . . if you ever have sat beside a toddler with a plastic blue elephant spoon that's been snacking all afternoon, you know it will be entertaining.
In case you're confused by my horrible sentence structure, it's the toddler, not the elephant spoon, who was snacking all afternoon.
By the way, the kids all enjoyed the turducken - not that they had any choice about eating it. I'm one of those moms who have a "Eat it or go hungry" approach.
The turducken was very flavorful and moist with layers of stuffing in between the different meats. Delicious! (Thanks again, Marshall!) The pan drippings were wonderful and made a fabulous homemade gravy, if I do say so myself.
|John, the master carver|
And thanks, Paula, for letting me borrow many of your pictures!
Now, while I'm open to more creative ideas from my husband and his friends - and this idea turned out very well - you'll be glad to know that I put my foot down and said, "Absolutely not!" to John's next idea:
Have a fabulous Monday and may all your meals be delicious and raccoon-free.