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20111227

My Balls

Ok, so for the first time in thirty years, I cooked a turkey.  Why is it that the smallest turkeys available seem to weight 8 tonnes??  and you know what that means:  left-over turkey for the rest of the millenium.  I decided to experiment with uses for left-over turkey and, having horrible memories of home-made turkey soup from my childhood, I decided to forgo the boil-the-bones approach and ground up the meat.  Then I ground up some left-over ham.  And some raw pork pieces that ponged a bit but didn't seem poisonous.  Add some Chinese "five spice", an egg or two, some dry bread and stale crackers and voila!    Depending on your level of masochism, sit or stand to make the goop into balls. And because we basically don't have a hope in hell of telling when they are cooked, make little balls.  Then (deep-)fry them until they are dead.  I mean crispy.  Then throw some flour and shite together to make a gravy.  Serve with aplomb.  They are not going to taste like turkey - in fact they are guaranteed to taste like almost nothing you have ever eaten before.

Ok, así que por la primera vez en treinta años, he cocinado un pavo. ¿Por qué es que los más pequeños disponibles parecen pavos de peso de 8 toneladas? y ustedes saben lo que eso significa:  el pavo sobrante para el resto del milenio. Me decidí a experimentar con el uso derestos de pavo y, con horribles recuerdos de sopa casera de pavo de mi infancia, he decidido renunciar a la ebullición-los-huesos y  he molido la carne. Entonces anadir un poco de jamón sobrante. Y algunas piezas de carne de cerdo cruda que fue disputada un poco, pero no parece venenoso. Agregue un poco de chino "cinco especias", un huevo o dos, un poco de pan seco y galletas rancio y ¡voilá! Dependiendo de su nivel de masoquismo, sentado o de pie para hacer el pegote en bolas. Y debido a que básicamente no tienen una esperanza en el infierno de contar cuando se cocinado, hacen pequenos bolitas. Entonces (profundas) se fríen hasta que estén muertos. Quiero decir que estén crujientes. A continuación, echar un poco de harina y unas mierda para hacer una salsa. Servir con aplomo. Ellos no van a sabor a pavo - de hecho, se les garantiza a gusto como casi nada de lo que han comido antes.

6 comments:

  1. We just buy a single breast and roast that...solves the problem. Just enough left-overs for a few sandwiches and it's done. Now I am going to have nightmares about that turkey soup though, thanks :)

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  2. Sheesh - I thought I was the only one who didn't like that turkey soup!
    How did your balls taste? (and why do I want to go scrub my keyboard after typing that?)

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  3. Leftovers! What is this concept of leftovers? I live alone and I cooked an eighteen pound turkey four days ago and only a little more than half of it is left. Of course, I have a freezer. Es posible que en Mexico no hay congeladores bastante grande para un pavo.

    I do not fear the turkey soup, but then I never met your all's when I was a child.

    Mary Anne in Kentucky

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  4. Mary Anne - you must like turkey! Believe me, Olive's turkey soup was not something you'd want to meet, let alone eat! R

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  5. Don't get us wrong, Mary Anne - mom was a good cook! Just not that soup. (I am not a soup fan to begin with, though.)

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  6. I do love turkey, but I had to invent turkey soup for myself, because none of my relatives ever made soup out of poultry--only beef! Perhaps _they_ had met that soup!

    Mary Anne in Kentucky

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recently retired to southern Mexico from Canada