Akemi and I set our alarm for six a.m. this morning so we could get an early start on the turducken. According to the instructions: 4 1/2 hours at 325 degrees covered, then another 45 minutes at 375 uncovered. Tent and let sit for half an hour, then serve!
While I was setting the oven temperature, Akemi went to take the turducken out of the refrigerator – and almost dislocated her shoulder in the process. The damn thing weighed almost 20 pounds! I hurried over to help and, together, we slipped it into the oven. Satisfied, I headed back upstairs for an extra two hours of sleep while Akemi elected to stay downstairs, practice her Italian, and do some cleaning. I came downstairs a little after 8:00 a.m. to find her sweeping up “bunny dust” as she calls it.
“You mean dust bunnies,”I corrected her.
“No,”she was insistent. “Not dust bunnies. Bunny dusts!”
Okay. Bunny dusts.
By the time the guys came over for football, the bunny dusts were swept up and the turducken was roasting away.
Needless to say, the triple bird extravaganza – chicken stuffed into a duck stuffed into a turkey, each layer insulated with delicious stuffing – was a resounding success:
Since we were having turducken as our main course, I thought it only proper we do piecaken for dessert. For those who don’t know, a piecaken is – well, pretty much what you’d suspect: a pie baked into a cake. In this case, a pecan pie baked into a giant brownie.
To save time, Akemi and I prepared this the night before. Really, SHE prepared while I played assistant – beating the eggs, pouring the mixture, and transferring items into and out of the oven…
I had three helping of the turducken and sides topped with gravy and pan drippings, then capped off lunch with a slice of piecaken and a double scoop of ice cream.
I don’t think I’ll ever be hungry again.
P.S. Snow Monkeys lose! Snow Monkeys lose! Again!