We’ll take this sweetly tart mingling of muffin and coffee cake any time someone cares to plunk a slice down in front of us.
You know the rule: one pound of turkey per guest. But when your back-of-the-envelope calculations say you need a behemoth, 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 a trickle of pink. Ohhhh $(%!
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 incident.