It started as a suggestion. Then it became a persistent request. I felt it even when it wasn’t there. The need for turducken was growing. A turducken is a chicken stuffed inside a duck, inside a turkey. For a year I had been advancing my culinary skill on non-critical friends once a week. One turducken infatuated friend kept pushing the idea my way. At first I had just said “No.” Over and over again. Eventually my curiosity was piqued. That was the mistake. Once I started the research I couldn’t be stopped. I scoured the internet. Five years ago, I didn’t find that much. There were butchers and small groceries that would assemble it for you. Just a handful of brave souls were doing it from scratch and posting about it. The Road To Turduken was my favorite story. I set a date, required RSVPs and cash, then took three days off of work to do the beast.
On the first day I grocery shopped.
Those can’t be my groceries! What was I doing buying a Gold’n Plump chicken?!? Hormel bacon??? No way. This is some strange way to time travel to my younger self.
On the second day I made three stuffings in the morning, and deboned three birds in the afternoon.
Deboning took four hours. This was by far the hardest part. In addition to research, I had practiced. I had bought training chickens the month before.
Somehow I hadn’t found Pepin’s amazing deboning skills. I’d like to believe it would go much faster now. Man, I could get lost in Jacques Pepin and Julia Child YouTube videos… Try it, I dare you.
On the third day Will and I assembled the turducken.
To do this feat I borrowed:
My dad’s knives and digital meat thermometer.
My future mother-in-law’s roasting pan.
My neighbors oven. Our’s was too small.
In the meanwhile I cooked the sides and we got the house ready.
Nine hours in the oven…
In the end it was a feast fit for kings. Or a bunch of drunk 20 somethings.
Thank you Jeff for poking me until I made it. It was totally worth it.
The next request was for a “Bacon Explosion”
Which later lead to the Ultimate Pig in a Blanket.
I’m not sure what will inspire me next. Any ideas?
OMG so impressed. Your efforts are a combination of butchering and surgical skills resulting in culinary magic. Congratulations and Happy Thanksgiving!
It does feel magical what ends up happening. Although lots of cooking can feel like a magic trick.
I would be a terrible surgeon. To sew up the thing Will had to use his forearms and hands to clamp it together. Thanks for reading 🙂 Have a great Thanksgiving!
I especially love the “Meat is murder” t-shirt. And thanks for reinstating “turducken” in my vocabulary! I’m still shaking my head in amazement that you DID IT!