My first memories of stuffing poultry go back a long time.
It was usually the night before Thanksgiving (or some other turkey worthy holiday). Dad would pull out the hand cranked grinder (the one that attached to the built-in pull out cutting board that always intrigued me as a child). Out would come the Very Large Yellow Tupperware bowl.
Next, the weird pieces from inside the turkey would appear followed by celery and onions and a loaf of bread and who knows what else. Everything would get cranked together through the grinder and the next morning this mystery mixture would get shoved inside the "turkey hole" and baked along with the turkey.
Everyone loved it... except for me. It kind of freaked me out. It still does. I am pretty sure it had something to do with the giblets, neck, gizzards and whatever other unmentionable pieces went in there.
Oh, the trauma!
Step forward a few decades. I have made progress on my stuffing/ dressing issues - as long as there are no unmentionable animal innards, I can manage. I prefer it baked on the side, but in some cases I don't mind it inside (I'm looking at you turkey ballotine).
This week's French Fridays with Dorie involved taking a couple of Cornish game hens (i.e. teeny, tiny chickens), stuffing them with a sausage mixture and baking for a short (relatively) amount of time. Well, that's what it was supposed to be.
Running short on time and even shorter on patience, my rendition ended up being a small (not teeny, tiny) roasted chicken with dressing baked on the side. And a healthy dose of mustard-crusted roast potatoes to seal the deal. Not so bad for an 8 PM dinner on a Thursday night. I suppose something green would have been an appropriate addition - I even pulled out some Brussels sprouts to roast along withe everything else. However, after considering the readout on clock, I promptly put them back in the refrigerator. Being virtuous with my produce would just have to wait for another day.
The Dude liked the sausage dressing. The Girl ate up the potatoes and I was a fan of the juicy chicken - well, the chicken was good; but if I really had to pick sides, I was on Team Potato too...
One the book front, I am almost finished with The House Girl, by Tara Conklin. There are a couple of slow spots throughout, but overall a good read.
I have decided that winter is over (in my mind). I am choosing to ignore the fresh snow and ice covering the ground and the pot hole ridden roads. The calendar says that spring starts next week. Daylight savings time has come - which means that it is still light out when I leave work at night. Surely, warm weather can not be far behind, no? To all of you living in spring-kissed regions, please keep posting those pictures, it gives the rest of us hope...
Peace out. XO
This post participates in French Fridays with Dorie. Other blogged renditions (and more accurate renditions) can be found here.