I have said it many times, that my superpower is that I cook by instinct. I feel my way through a recipe, tasting and smelling as I concoct my meals. Sometimes doing justice to the foodstuffs I handle, sometimes coming short. I use the shortcomings as a lesson to improve. I revel in the successes and enjoy the meal with those I love.
Today we make the Christmas dinner. I wanted to do a turkey again. Thanksgiving's turkey was haphazard and unruly. It tasted good in the end and was quite juicy, but I felt there were too many cooks in the kitchen for that bird. We had a few fits and starts that called for some adjustment, but in the end, we had good fowl.
I realized as I read the instructions that come with the bird that I also cook with tradition. I do the things my Mother did and I carry on her legacy. The instructions say no water in the pan, but that is what I make the gravy from. I baste every so often and I always cook a stuffed bird. There is more that I do based on what my Mother did and I never have gone wrong following her lead.
Tonight's dinner is looking to be as tasty as ever. I can't wait to dig in...