One Christmas, I decided to cook a whole turkey. For some reason, turkey legs give me the creeps, so to save myself shuddering, I always just bought a turkey crown. Anyway, off that bird went into the oven, dear little thing, legs and all, and I kept an eye on the clock for the cooking time. About halfway through, a nasty smell filtered throughout the house. Everyone kept asking everyone else if they’d used the toilet. Yeah, that kind of smell. No one had, and the smell kept coming. By the time the turkey was cooked, I opened the oven door and got a massive waft of “that smell”.I took the turkey out and inspected it. It looked fine. It couldn’t have been out of date because it had been frozen, and I’d defrosted it and kept it in the fridge prior to cooking in the correct manner. After carving the breast, I turned the bird on its side to get at the leg meat. And heard a rustle. Odd, right?
It turned out, when I looked inside the cavity, that I’d cooked the bloody thing with the giblets inside—inside a plastic bag!!! The bag had been the nasty smell, and unfortunately, the plastic “smell” had transferred into the meat. You could taste it.
After that year, I returned to buying a crown, but this year we decided to go for a whole turkey again. And yes, family members have already reminded me to “Take the giblets out first, Mum!”
What Christmas mishaps have you had?
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