Dear Henrietta,
Why must you be difficult? I gave you a very nice bath in vegetable broth, kosher salt, brown sugar, and pepper corns the night before your Big Day. I wanted to prep you and make sure you looked and tasted Good. I have learned my lesson that we should all be nice to the turkey and respect her wishes when a certain joint does not want to budge. I deserved my punishment and I am very sorry that I could not continue to carve you the way that you wanted to be carved.
Much Love,
Ashley
Can you guess what happened? I was in the middle of carving Henrietta when the carving knife slipped out of my right hand and cut the tip of my left fore finger. Blood was gushing out everywhere but luckily it didn’t add any extra flavoring to the turkey. Cold water did nothing. It just kept on bleeding. Mom, Dad, Kim and Drew rushed into the kitchen and I immediately got my strategic analysis of what I should do next. Kim suggested I put a rubber band around the tip of my finger to stop the blood to at least get through the next course. I’m sitting at the dinner table next to my Aunt Geri, who has twelve great-grand children (very long story), with my elbow on the table and my left fore finger pointing up as I’m eating the first course. In that moment, I decided to make a toast.
“I’d like to welcome you to the 2nd annual Thanksgiving dinner at our household. It’s a little more dramatic than last year, but it was only done for the good meal that you’re about to eat.”
Mom and I slaved all day in the kitchen on Thursday working on the turkey. Henrietta brined the night before in a large pot. We were a little nervous that she wasn’t going to fit in there because she was just a little too wide, but her legs were sticking right out at the top so we covered her with saran wrap and let her soak through the night. Around noon the next day, we took her out, propped her right up in the sink, rinsed her and patted her dry with paper towel. Then I stuck my hands underneath the skin and coated her with the truffle butter Mom made the day before. In the midst of all this, Dad came into the kitchen and caught me in the act with my hand up a turkey’s butt and snapped a picture. Then, he sent it to Kim and Drew with the title “Turkey in the Now.” I was not amused. I was a little scared that I wasn’t using enough butter on the turkey. My hands were slimy and covered in butter. As much as I love truffles, putting my hands anywhere near my mouth was not an option since they were on a raw 15 lb female turkey named Henrietta.
She was good though. My grandmothers, Granny-My and Oma, are very particular about their turkey’s and have very high standards that are hard to beat almost always.
“The skin needs to be nice and crisp,” Granny-My says.
She took a bite. “That skin is so crisp and that meat is so moist!”
You know it must be good if she says that.
Aside from the turkey, we made the corn like I said in Week 1 except I used whole milk instead of heavy cream and added chopped cilantro for more flavor. I preferred it this way. Heavy cream is just a little much for my stomach. I’d take two bites and be full. With whole milk, I finished two servings.
Turkey Rating: 1-5, 1=Bad, 5=Excellent
Taste: 5+, It was cooked perfectly where the skin was very crisp and the breast meat was incredibly moist. Extra points for a terrific gravy- nice and thick, a little salty, but not too much. The turkey stock added extra turkey flavor.
Flavor: 3.5, Couldn’t really taste the truffle flavor in the turkey- After all, I did use my hands to lather the truffle butter underneath the skin so it’s only natural for me to want to taste the flavor. The butter helped keep the skin nice and crisp, though.
Do-Ability: 1=Hard, 5=Easy
3- it took a long time to prep and there were many steps to follow. The gravy was simple and makes sense so because of the gravy, the points were raised in this category. Mom made the turkey stock a day ahead and poured it into the roasting pan after we took the turkey out. Then we added some butter, flour, shallots and white wine. After, we let it simmer until it thickened.
All’s Well End’s Well with Full Stomachs 🙂
Recipe: Roast Turkey with Black Truffle and White Wine Gravy
From: November 2008 Issue
Guinea Pigs, what did you think?
**Note missing cord for my camera- hence no pictures. They will be up soon.