This is seriously the box that just keeps on giving…..

Part 3 of La Turkey extraordinaire is turkey pot pie. Homemade and all of 20 minutes to put it together and 25 minutes in the oven. (And yes, there is already soup building in a big pot on the stove.)

Oh yeah baby, just call me Betty fucking Crocker.

It’s almost noon on Holiday Monday and I have just crawled out of bed. The turkey hangover (or was it a wine hang over?) is starting to dissipate finally and as I look around my living room, I see one of everything rather than four. This is a  good sign.

So…..Turkey in a box. It looks rather unimpressive- all frozen and shrink wrapped with it’s attached pouch of condensed turkey gravy and loaded full of frozen cranberry stuffing. I do have to admit that I was skeptical, and after removing the plastic but leaving on the apparently magic netting, it did resemble a frozen alien fetus (albeit a rather large alien fetus) but I loves me a turkey dinner, so what the hell, we’ll give it a try. All you do is pop this little sucker in the over (frozen) for 5 hours, add 2 cups of water to the gravy and supply whatever veggies and booze that your little heart desires. We opted for 2 bottles of Vina Chocalain. (I will confess to drinking a couple Keith’s whilst cooking- though “cooking” in this instance meant opening the big box then enjoying the aroma of cooking turkey for four and a half hours then spending a mere 20 minutes making corn and mashed potatoes and gravy and opening a jumbo can of whole berry cranberry sauce- now that’s my kinda labor!)

The end result? Steve and I both gave “Turkey in a box” a huge double thumbs up. It was a turkey dinner to rival any with far less fuss & muss & mess, allowing for substantially more drinking time. If I had one of those big freezers in my nonexistent basement, it would be crammed full of Presidents Choice Turkey in a box. ($39.95 minus $5 off coupon) I think Gaelen Weston owes me a couple of them just for this post.

Handy dandy right from box to plate, leaving 50's era housewives everywhere horrified.

Stay tuned, this could be interesting.

Tomorrow Steve & I shall venture into uncharted territory.

That’s right folks………..

Turkey-in-a-box. (It’s even pre-stuffed)

Till death do us part

If it were possible to marry a food, I would marry bacon. Not Kevin Bacon, Bacon Bacon. I would be Mrs. Bacon (I would occasionally cheat on him with ham, but in general, it would be a happy union.) It is 8:05 pm and I am about to have a bacon & egg feast sans eggs.