Jonathan Dixon long ago discovered that the way to a woman’s heart is through her stomach…or is it?
You know the rule: one pound of turkey per guest. But when your back-of-the-envelope calculations say you need a behemoth bird that the laws of physics say won’t fit in the oven, what to do? We have answers.
The pop-up timer popped. The skin’s burnished. The drumstick jiggles. Yet when you commence carving, you still see oodles of pink. Here’s how not to let that happen.
The bird may be done–whew!–but your work isn’t. Here, foolproof tactics on how the heck to heft a sweaty hen from roasting pan to carving board without–oops!–incident.