After my desperate plea went out when I found out I’d missed the deadline to order a pre-cooked turkey from Langenstein’s, Ashley said “hell, I’m frying one, and once you’ve got it all set up and the oil hot, doing two isn’t any extra effort”.
Which is how I got to spend most of Thanksgiving afternoon away from the hubbub in my own kitchen, instead hanging around Ashley’s back yard with Ashley and Liam and my brother in law Jara drinking beer (n.a. for me) and trying to outdo each other’s rock star encounter stories. I had the best Ramones stories (although I left off the ending of the Dee-Dee drug story that involved a friend of mine), but I think Ashley wins with his L7 story just because they’re a chick band.
The secret to a fried bird is to not try too hard to flavor the bird, but to flavor the OIL. So we cooked two pounds of bacon in the oil before frying the dry rubbed birds.
Ashley is the fucking man.
I love Alton, but sometimes he does science just for the sake of science and not because the cooking really requires it.
Guys always look hot in chef whites. They should wear them instead of suits, IMO. Ashley IS the fucking man.
Oh, and a question: how does one dispose of that much used oil after you’re done with it?
You filter it and use it again. When the oil is no longer usable, you call New Orleans Saints player Steve Gleason to come get it to use in his biodiesel-converted VW.
That’s yummy bird!
Hee! Glad a solution presented itself, there, Ray.
Pardon turkeys? We don’ need ta pardon no stinkin’ turkeys! We deep-fry the dumbasses instead!!!!
N’awlins wouldn’t be N’awlins without Ashley and Ray frying dem turkeys. YUM!! Wish I was dere.