Bad Turkey! Down Turkey!

So let me tell you about our Thanksgiving.

It was awesome!

Except for the turkey.

This year Mom asked me to cook the turkey and I happily obliged. She even provided the turkey to use. It was a breast and thigh piece from a huge turkey that I had de-boned a while ago. Mom had stored it in her freezer until we had another chance to use it.

On Saturday I put the turkey in the oven and a couple of hours later both pieces were nicely browned and the whole house smelled of turkey. I finished up the stuffing, sliced the meat and put everything into a pan to hold warm for the next hour until we got to mom's and ate with everyone.

I then made the gravy. Now is when the frustration began. No mater what I did I could not get the gravy to taste right. something was just wrong. It tasted like cardboard or stale bread. I was using olive oil and have sometimes had problems with that in gravy so I just covered it up as much as I could and we left.

we went over to moms and had an awesome meal. including our cardboard turkey. It was terrible. it tasted like cardboard. It was a little dry but the taste was what killed it. We started talking about it and doing some calculations.

We determined that the turkey was at least 5 years old. We sorta lost track of time. It was a turkey that had been given to us when Andrea's parents still lived in Fort Qu'Appelle and I was working at the Bible College. It was still the Canadian Bible College so it could have been 7 years or more ago. Either way we cooked an ate a turkey that was entirely too old.

The stuffing was awesome. And the pie. MMMM...home made pies!