Why Is My Turkey Wearing Frilly Paper Hats On Its Legs?

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[mylife]

Now 'splain those silly paper 'brellas in yer drink...

You'll put an eye out kid..

[mylife]

booty call....

[skr]

The men carved the meat in our family, but maybe that’s a fairly recent tradition in the last century or so.

[mylife]

Yup, men carve

[Libloather]

...were dressed for the dainty hands of lady-carvers...

Big fan of the dainty lady-carvers.

[mylife]

Should I truss my bird? It doesn’t have a hernia..

[mylife]

:)

[lucky american]

I bend the wings under the breast and cover the drumsticks with foil. I can assume over the hundreds of years those appendages still were the first to cook and brown before the turkey was fully cooked. I have relatives that fight over the dark meat. This could be the way they prevented them from burning before they had aluminum foil?

[V_TWIN]

We flip our bird upside-down on a V shaped roasting rack. That allows the dark meat to cook through while keeping the breast from becoming overcooked and dry.

Also, place slices of bread between the rack and breast to prevent deformation.

Last 30 minutes flip to crisp skin.

[RedMonqey]

I like large, firm pumpkins!

[mylife]

I smoke mine

[RedMonqey]

Our family tradition is everyone gets into the act. From youngest to oldest we form a skirmish line in the woods and herd the turkeys into a smaller and smaller circle til one can catch the largest turkey.

Then we all converge upon the hapless beast like ravenous wolves and tear it apart as it screams for it’s life. Saving the wishbone for the youngest.

Then we settle in for some football.

[Alas Babylon!]

Don't forget there's papers for that!

[mylife]

I am afraid to ask about spatchcocking.

[mylife]

I prefer rizlas

[Bloody Sam Roberts]

Oh yeah. Roasted turkey thighs are the Best!

[PAR35]

Typical woke re-writing of history.

Carving the turkey was a mans job.

After all, the real name for them is a manchette.

Yes MANchette.

[ProtectOurFreedom]

I can see and hear my dad, all dressed up at the head of the table, sharpening the big carving knife with a dozen strokes on the steel before he set to carving. He used that sharpening steel once a year and mom never touched it. Zing, zing, zing! It was one of those deep, mysterious male traditions.

I use my sharpening steel a couple times a week to touch up blades.

[bert]

In my family, there was an ongoing, perpetual joke about my dad’s carving. I had two uncles that always made reference to the fact that my dad carved the turkey or ham so thin he was saving most of it for later when they were gone home.

[ProtectOurFreedom]

LOL! What a reputation.