Turgoosen update: roasting: hour 8

Halfway through the scheduled roasting time for the Turgoosen o'DOOOOOOOM. She went in at 2:07AM, Pacific Standard Time, after which starfire6910/Deborah and I celebrated by going to Denny's for a late night dinner, then coming home and collapsing.

It didn't need any help at 4:00 AM, when we got back from Denny's. countgeiger got up at 7AM, and he and Deborah determined that it actually needed basting, which surprises me given that we have a goose in the process, nature's own fat factory, but there you are.

The Turgoosen reverted to its expected behaviour by 10:00 AM, when I extracted about a pint of drippings from its roaster home. My apartment has been a place of wonderful smells for the past two days as I've constructed the stuffings, and is becoming so again as the turgoosen roasts soooo veeeery sloooooowly.

I followed that up by a heartfelt and shameless plea to the Hrafnar and Fensalir lists for donations to help defray the cost of this hummer, because between one thing and another, the shopping list ran about two hundred dollars (ouch).

In the eighth hour of turgoosen, my kindred gave to meeeeeee...

-- Lorrie

Turgoosen: Hour 11

Just did the second juice extraction -- over two quarts of meaty juices, I think, and the roaster nearly overflowed. I'm going to have to go to every two hours. I didn't quite get the rack all the way back in after the last time, which caused the oven to drop to a dangerously low 150° (target oven temperature, monitored with a thermometer, is 190°) -- however, this was discovered and dealt with between extractions, so I don't think it'll hurt our time too much.

At least, I hope not. I gave myself some slop time in the schedule, which was nearly all used by getting the monster in the oven an hour late. I'm a little nervous at that, but we shall see what transpires.

Smells wonderful.

What's even better right now is that starfire6910/Deborah is doing my Mountain o' Dishes. Given that I've been working three days on this, and she only turned up last night, I'm gonna let her. Ha!

-- Lorrie

Turgoosen, hour 14.5

Temperature: 170 in the breast, 160 in the thigh.

It's out.

Hail the birds, hail the gods and goddesses, and hail Sigdrifa the WonderKitten who thinks my hands taste wonderful.

Now it rests. 8-)

Hy00ge! (447kB) picture ( behind the cut )

w00t!

-- Lorrie