tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784464557053873364.post7625121228287106498..comments2023-08-25T02:36:25.307-06:00Comments on There are Aliens in my Washing Machine: True Confessions of a Holiday Cook...Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10252112847005002765noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784464557053873364.post-65554753179368864702009-11-21T23:31:21.520-07:002009-11-21T23:31:21.520-07:00Chrissy, you may not be a great turkey chef (yet) ...Chrissy, you may not be a great turkey chef (yet) but you ARE a great writer. Your narrative positively oozed with panic and desperation! Well done . . . that is, the blog post, not the turkey. This was high entertainment for me. Some day you'll be glad you took the time to write this out in detail. I love you lots. SandraSandra and Brenthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15646331957418568279noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784464557053873364.post-54060831087572886302009-11-20T22:35:25.683-07:002009-11-20T22:35:25.683-07:00Every great cook has an epic failure. It's how...Every great cook has an epic failure. It's how they became great!<br /><br />I'm proud of you for giving it a go and STILL going to the party despite the change in poultry plans.Emiliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01978853243490630148noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784464557053873364.post-19888985521685414482009-11-20T17:51:27.515-07:002009-11-20T17:51:27.515-07:00Oh man Chrissy! I've only tried to cook a tur...Oh man Chrissy! I've only tried to cook a turkey once-at Snow College. I don't remember all the details, just that it didn't work out. I once signed up to cook a brisket for a YW/YM activity right after I got home from my mission. I thought it was doable. I called people in TX, got recipes, supplies, etc. The morning of the activity, I panicked and called Famous Dave's. I got so many compliments that night on the delicious brisket that Famous Dave's was so nice to sell to me. That's how I cook-but you already knew that.Dineehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09559653296627487671noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784464557053873364.post-37897091369995392302009-11-20T15:26:03.960-07:002009-11-20T15:26:03.960-07:00I'm sorry it was so stressful! You really wer...I'm sorry it was so stressful! You really were courageous though. :) And that much wiser now. Thanks for sharing your hard-earned wisdom with the rest of us!Maryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15285818746208417131noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784464557053873364.post-66299796509808017752009-11-20T13:10:36.157-07:002009-11-20T13:10:36.157-07:00Oh, Chrissy! Had I known I would have saved you t...Oh, Chrissy! Had I known I would have saved you the misery. Though, I'll have to say this post did make me laugh. This is exactly the same thing that happened to me last year!! I had sworn never to do a turkey for the ward party again, but when that darn sign-up came around the second or third time still short-handed I felt I had no choice. <br /><br />Armed with last year's experience, I was determined not to let the bird beat me. I thawed my turkey at room temp. all of Friday and then put it back in the fridge (still half-frozen) to thaw the rest of the night and it was perfect Saturday morning. (I don't know who started spreading the false idea that things will thaw in the fridge because it has never worked for me! Some dietitian's idea, no doubt). I started cooking my turkey a full two hours before I should have needed to according to the package directions, and even then I had to cook it at a higher temperature the last hour to get that stupid thermometer to finally pop up. But I did it! We had the turkey and gravy to the ward 15 min. before the dinner started. (I made gravy well ahead of time with broth I made from the turkey neck and vegetables with the drippings from the finally cooked turkey added right at the end.)<br /><br />I will say, I was proud of my perfectly cooked bird, though I kind of missed having a whole turkey left-over to enjoy for the next week. Now there are two of us that have learned (sadly, through experience) how to cook a turkey...or have learned not to listen to that nagging inner voice, take your pick!Amandahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16504204705379644615noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784464557053873364.post-50975085528641955322009-11-20T11:59:52.936-07:002009-11-20T11:59:52.936-07:00The thing I take away from this post is what a swe...The thing I take away from this post is what a sweetheart you are. You are doing your very best and that is all the Lord expects. No more guilt, Chrissy. Rejoice in the service you give to your husband, and three beautiful, happy children.April Weekshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03690736384789504204noreply@blogger.com