I remember the first time I brined a turkey. My stockpot on my counter was too tall for me to easily lift the bird out. In one of those "it seemed a good idea at the time" moments, I put the pot on the floor so I could lift the turkey out and place it in the pan on the counter. As I slowly lifted, the bird stopped, as if it got stuck somehow. I didn't understand what happened at first until I realized the young dog we were fostering had grabbed hold of one of the legs.
That was how I found myself fighting a dog for a turkey. I won. The bird wasn't badly torn. I cooked it, kept my mouth shut, and no one got sick. 😎
I remember the first time I brined a turkey. My stockpot on my counter was too tall for me to easily lift the bird out. In one of those "it seemed a good idea at the time" moments, I put the pot on the floor so I could lift the turkey out and place it in the pan on the counter. As I slowly lifted, the bird stopped, as if it got stuck somehow. I didn't understand what happened at first until I realized the young dog we were fostering had grabbed hold of one of the legs.
That was how I found myself fighting a dog for a turkey. I won. The bird wasn't badly torn. I cooked it, kept my mouth shut, and no one got sick. 😎
Add sage, garlic and onion... sounds about right.