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HOME COOKING THE OLD FASHIONED WAY: BRINED TURKEY

Home cooking sounds like a memory.
Who doesn’t have dreams of past food?
Ma’s mashed potatoes; Grandma’s gravy.
Maybe it’s time to move those memories up a notch with a brined turkey?
Wife: Could you peel the orange?
Me: Where’s the shaver?
Wife: Use a potato peeler.
Me: You want me to potato peel and orange? Okay.
Wife: Try and get it in one strip.
Me: One strip? Coming up.

 

One Strip Of Orange Peel

A peel of that, a sprig of this, two gallons of water in a huge pot.

 

 

Bring it to a boil, then let it cool.
Now there’s another cool dish in the kitchen besides you and I.

 

 

The cool phase.

 

Home Cooking For The Blog

If you need a reason to get on with home cooking for the holidays, and can’t find one?
Make one up.
You could go out, order out and get delivery, or?
Find a recipe and add to it.
Jump through every hoop, check every box, then make a hoop and a box and keep jumping and checking.

 

 

Maybe you’ve heard this one: Time is money.
Now consider the time you invest in shopping and cleaning and chopping and cooking.
Home cooking with precision is a big time investment, not wasted time if you have the right approach.
Find a recipe within your range and get to work.
Christmas Eve is once a year.
Whether you spend it with friends, family, friends and family, or by yourself, make a challenge for yourself.
I know, I know: Why bother.
Try this: Do the bothersome work to prove to yourself you can do it.
Join the home cooking team and knock it out.
Whether big or small, traditional or an experiment, fire up the oven.
And remember, every place you go and everyone you see is dependent on one thing: food.
Make a personal statement to yourself.
I’ve gone out of my way in the past to spend Christmas alone. It worked out a few times.
But even the best plans go astray.
If anyone, any stranger, asks what you’re doing for Christmas and you say you’ll be alone, they take it as a green light to either explain why you should or shouldn’t do that.
Then they get into why they’re alone, and it’s sad.
I was alone to see what it felt like. Not that bad, but not that good.
I’ve been swamped for the last forty years with wife, kids, travel, trees, and home cooking.
What was I even thinking before that? Nutty? Coocoo? Empathy?
About David Gillaspie

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