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November 24, 2007
The bird is the word
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.
Posted by ray at November 24, 2007 8:42 PM | Permalink
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Comments
I guess you don't need that absurd tripod-like contraption Alton Brown uses to fry a turkey.
Posted by: Hiromi at November 24, 2007 10:46 PM
I love Alton, but sometimes he does science just for the sake of science and not because the cooking really requires it.
Posted by: Ray at November 24, 2007 10:52 PM
If I had that much bacon-y oil, I'd fry all kinds of random things from my kitchen. Did you guys, like, drop some pies in there? Fried pies are awesome. Or instead of mashed potatoes, you could have plates and plates of frites.
Posted by: Hiromi at November 25, 2007 12:18 AM
Guys always look hot in chef whites. They should wear them instead of suits, IMO. Ashley IS the fucking man.
Posted by: Miss Syl at November 25, 2007 8:47 AM
Oh, and a question: how does one dispose of that much used oil after you're done with it?
Posted by: Miss Syl at November 25, 2007 10:06 AM
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!
Posted by: ashley at November 25, 2007 7:46 PM
Hee! Glad a solution presented itself, there, Ray.
Pardon turkeys? We don' need ta pardon no stinkin' turkeys! We deep-fry the dumbasses instead!!!!
Posted by: liprap at November 25, 2007 8:15 PM
N'awlins wouldn't be N'awlins without Ashley and Ray frying dem turkeys. YUM!! Wish I was dere.
Posted by: charlotte at November 26, 2007 8:44 PM
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