We swoon to recipes that give us the pretense of being healthful as we douse food in fruity olive oil. Thank you, Lidia Bastianich.
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.