This past Thursday the Cromwell Hotel experienced a taste from the States as Americans Azzy and Liz cooked a traditional Thanksgiving dinner. (doesn’t that sound like a news report? This course is forcing me to lose my ability to ramble…
Happy Turkey day everyone! I am glad to say this lovely American holiday was hit with the Brits! Considering the British have a tradition of cooking a roast every Sunday (“Sunday Lunch”) our huge dinner wasn’t that out of the ordinary. The novelty was that it was Thursday and up until this day America does not recognize that Christmas is coming.
Azzy prepared all the necessities the night before while I referenced all our converted all our measurements into something usable. She perfected two apple pies, mashed potatoes, sweet mashed potatoes, stuffing, veggies and a prepared the turkey for sacrifice. I am so glad she was here or we would have all been eating prepacked turkey slices because there is no way I was putting my hand in there… well, at that point I wasn’t.
I was given strict instructions on what to do with the turkey the next morning as it was my responsibility to cook it. So before class I got up and dumped the yucky water otherwise known as brine down the drain and mixed up all the spices. I rubbed them on the outside of the turkey and then reluctantly shot James a look of despair and stuck my hand inside. I quickly brushed some spice on with one finger and got my hands the hell out of there.
Four hours later I popped it into the oven and waited… and waited. When I realized there were no juices to baste the sucker with I knew something was wrong. I was sure I had converted the fahrenheit temperature to celsius properly. Wait a minute – is that the same as a fan oven? I call up grandma Hatt and sure as anything – it’s not the same and we have a fan oven and I have been over cooking the turkey for two hours. Oye! I turn it down and pray for the best.
In the meantime I made about four bowls worth of custard in hope to find a substance that is comparable to vanilla instant pudding and will mix with my pumpkin for the pumpkin cheesecake. It didn’t work. Not only didn’t it work but I am incapable of making custard. In the end Azzy found me some “just add water” instant pudding of some sort and it whippe up nicely. The pies came out ok, but we had very good apple pies to make up for it.
It all turned out for the best: the meal was delicious; everyone enjoyed it; and I am never sticking my hand inside a turkey again.