Turkey: The Poll

What’s going to be on your plate tomorrow?

37 comments for “Turkey: The Poll

  1. Hmm since I have school until 6pm it will probably be a microwave special but then my Canadian Thanksgiving was in early October.

  2. Agreed, CC. It’s gotten pretty bad lately — why, some people these days are leaving ambiguous yet inflammatory comments on blog posts.

    Things were better in the good ol’ days.

  3. Dang. I knew I was missin something, cantinflas.

    Hmm. Let me see if I can edit the poll to include tamales.

  4. Even though I could personally go without Turkey, I’m excited for the stuffing. Even though it won’t be the best stuffing I ever had, which would be cornbread stuffing. Had it on my mission, the guy who fed us for Thanksgiving was from Louisiana. So good.

  5. Dan, I think you underestimate the toddler-turducken compatibility. Most kids love to dig in to a dish that is larger than themselves. And if you eat it from the inside out to make a nice hollow cavity, you can have hours of Thanksgiving fun playing “hide little Katie inside the turducken.”

    Salmon is nice and salmon-colored and all, but you just can’t hide a toddler inside a filet.

    (Now if it were Goliath Grouper, maybe.)

  6. I am shocked that Turduckens are real. I thought it was something the Homestar Runner guys made up.

  7. We’re having this turkey. Frankly, though, what I’m really excited about is the cranberry sauce. Oh, and the stuffing. And the potato-sweet potato gratin. And the pumpkin-caramel pie with mincemeat ice cream. And the . . . rice pudding? Don’t ask—I guess my MIL likes it. So do I, and since we’ve got all the traditional stuff spiced up anyway, why not rice pudding?

  8. We are eating with a friend’s family whatever they are cooking. I’m not going to be picky when someone else is preparing most of the meal.

  9. Something really really good on a beach far far away (Westin Ka’anapali, to be precise). The kid is with her mom this year, so we using it as an excuse for a long weekend away. Now I suddenly feel hedonistic and vaguely guilty. Comfort me, oh Defenders Of Capitalism! Gotta go board a plane…

    Happy Thanksgiving everyone.

  10. Kaimi,

    #10,

    It’s more the issue of time. We just don’t have the time to prepare a turkey. Besides, I make a killer salmon and vegetable dinner. :)

  11. People, traditionally, we say turkey is ROASTED, not baked. Baking is for baked goods, like the rolls.

    If I had lots more people coming, there would be ham too.

    I wish I had a legitimate way to serve the tamales. Those were good thanksgivings when we all lived closer and my uncle’s boyfriend brought the tamales.

  12. Okay, I couldn’t stand it. Was going to ignore the holidays and start my annual countdown to January 2, but just got back from the store where I bought everything I need for a traditional ROASTED turkey dinner. I’ll be chopping and stirring and baking and having a blast. Some of you have never had a dinner like the one I’m going to treat myself to tomorrow. Drop by if you’re hungry and know where I live.

  13. If someone out there (Ardis?) could get sweet pomegranites and make some “dixie salad,” so that I could vicariously enjoy it, I’d appreciate it. (Its recipe is “sweet pomegranite”* seeds, diced apples and raisins mixed together with whipped cream……)
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    *The kind traditionally grown in Utah’s Dixie. Don’t know where you’d get them, though. “Sweet” pomegranites have yellowish-to-pink-to red rinds (which spot brown and are prone to damage and spoilage when stored), and pinkish-red–to–bright-scarlet-red, slightly tart seeds. Whereas orbs of the “ruby red” pomegranite cultivar as sold in grocery, although they store store marvelously, are tarter, and their inner “seeds” are much pithier, with their rich carmine-red colored seeds.

  14. I’ve seen those turduckens, but I’m always a little too worried about where the first syllable ends to try eating one.

  15. trueblue, we had a pomegranate tree (bush, I suppose, although it was very tall and full) like that behind our Las Vegas home. Yet another reason to miss my parents and my childhood at this dangerously sentimental time… Your salad sounds delicious, and the next time I write something that would ordinarily use the word “red,” I’m calling on you for help!

  16. #25 – Dixie salad is a staple every year at Thanksgiving, Christmas, and any time we can find pomegranates. My folks are from St. George and some of my sibs have moved there. They’ve planted a few bushes, but the best and sweetest still come from my great aunt’s bushes. In addition to the ingredients you listed we’ll often throw in some mandarin oranges, bananas, pineapple, and a few chopped walnuts or even better, pecans. Nothin’ better. Except maybe roasted and salted pinenuts. But that’s another story.

  17. #25 – Dixie salad is a staple every year at Thanksgiving, Christmas, and any time we can find pomegranates. My folks are from St. George and some of my sibs have moved there. They’ve planted a few bushes, but the best and sweetest still come from my great aunt’s bushes. In addition to the ingredients you listed we’ll often throw in some mandarin oranges, bananas, pineapple, and a few chopped walnuts or even better, pecans. Nothin’ better. Except maybe roasted and salted pinenuts. But that’s another story.

  18. You’re baiting me, aren’t you Kaimi? I’ve always wanted to buy a turducken, and only finances have kept me from buying a King Kooker so I can fry the turkey. Maybe when crawfish season rolls around; I hear they’re great for boilin’.

    Plain ol’ roast turkey. I’m hanging my head in shame. I went to a friends for a bit tonight and she was brining her turkey, which REALLY made me feel like a slacker.

  19. Yes, John, I forgot, walnuts!

    (And as for “fresh” pinenuts-in-the-shell [piñóns, pignolis? sighs]: many memories of pine-sappy hands from extracting them on regular, special family outing dedicated to just this purpose! Although, for full authenticity, I guess dad would have also made also made home-dried jerky? But he didn’t…his rifle’s sitting there in his closet, back in our no. Calif. home, unused since before I was born–maybe ’cause mom doesn’t like hunting. So a small store of venison jerky was only had–or, for more correct vernacular, “got”!–from visits to his younger brother, in Nev.)

    Speaking of Nevada, thanks for mention, during this “Season,” of that pomegranate bush, Ardis.

    (Love your name BTW. Very beautiful and “dixieish” to me all at the same time, if you don’t mind my saying ). Or tree……a bush with its their older wood pruned back every several years and and its suckers allowed to mature into newer-wood, in order for the trees/bushes to stay heavy bearing. ((Which process I only vaguely grasped, while growing up, through the necessity of my having to constantly bundle up all their cuttings for the fireplace; but now I’ve come to understanding the horticultural purpose, since–with dad’s having become confused with age– the familial house-lots’ “break” of trees/bushes along the side and back property lines are said to bear pomegranates so very unprofusely now.)))

  20. We’re having the exact same meal that my mother’s household has had since at least 1992 — turkey, potatoes, etc. And in a rare example of not-having-to-be-different, my dad’s family is probably eating the exact same thing. The only year my mom’s side has had something different was when we went to Colonial Williamsburg, and we all decided we liked celebrating at home better.

  21. We were planning on having the traditional dinner with friends – until half the family woke up sick this morning. The friends came over and picked up the food we had prepared and will deliver the meal to us this evening after everyone else has eaten and headed home.

    This won’t be our favorite Thanksgiving dinner, but we are thankful nonetheless.

  22. 1. Take out of Times and Seasons’ refridgerator freezer compartment one full box Eggo waffles (or package English muffins)* and out of its cupboard one jar, blue- (not the red-) labeled instant Postum.

    2. Set blogposts coffee table with appropriately decorative ceramic mugs and servers. Serve toasted waffles (or toasted, craggily-textured raised-dough muffins) with butter and jam.
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    * (If you insist on frying your own griddlecakes, here’s a recipe for crumpets. 1. Place in a mixing bowl a cup each milk and warm water, then add in a pound of flour, a 7-gram envelope of granulated bakers yeast, and a single tablespoonful each of sugar and salt. 2. Beat a minute or two until smooth and place in a warm place to rise to frothily double its size. 3. Get out pastry cutters or else, I dunno, remove tops and bottoms from fat cans of peaches and place rings on a greased, heavy frying pan–placing in each a half inch of frothy mixture. 4. Over moderate heat, cook five minutes until the dough starts to bubble, then reduce heat and continue to cook until bubbles burst, then flip each crumpets and cook another two minutes.)

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