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What Temperature To Cook A Turkey


what temperature to cook a turkey
    temperature
  • the somatic sensation of cold or heat
  • Temperature is a physical property that quantitatively expresses the common notions of hot and cold. Objects of low temperature are cold, while various degrees of higher temperatures are referred to as warm or hot.
  • The degree or intensity of heat present in a substance or object, esp. as expressed according to a comparative scale and shown by a thermometer or perceived by touch
  • The degree of internal heat of a person's body
  • A body temperature above the normal; fever
  • the degree of hotness or coldness of a body or environment (corresponding to its molecular activity)
    turkey
  • Something that is extremely or completely unsuccessful, esp. a play or movie
  • The flesh of the turkey as food
  • a Eurasian republic in Asia Minor and the Balkans; on the collapse of the Ottoman Empire in 1918, the Young Turks, led by Kemal Ataturk, established a republic in 1923
  • A large mainly domesticated game bird native to North America, having a bald head and (in the male) red wattles. It is prized as food, esp. on festive occasions such as Thanksgiving and Christmas
  • large gallinaceous bird with fan-shaped tail; widely domesticated for food
  • joker: a person who does something thoughtless or annoying; "some joker is blocking the driveway"
    cook
  • (of food) Be heated so that the condition required for eating is reached
  • Prepare (food, a dish, or a meal) by combining and heating the ingredients in various ways
  • someone who cooks food
  • prepare a hot meal; "My husband doesn't cook"
  • English navigator who claimed the east coast of Australia for Britain and discovered several Pacific islands (1728-1779)
  • Heat food and cause it to thicken and reduce in volume

2003-11-26
2003-11-26
saw "the last samurai" last night -- a less stunning film might have told a more interesting story but it`s worth going to see for an excellent supporting cast, exquisite production values, and thrilling action sequences. tom cruise does his best work in the opening sequence playing a guy who is all sullen, alcoholic faded glory. he almost manages to keep from overpowering the film with his celebrity but the business as usual hollywood leading man knows best approach to the film`s narrative doesn`t help him in that department. what kind of day have you had? whether it has been a great day or a tough day or a so-so day or a nothing to write home about day -- please tell me all about it: samaranth @ 2003-11-26 18:25 said : I`m only mid-way through the day so far, but I`m feeling as light and happy as a bird, because I`ve just finished a paper for work that was around my neck like the proverbial albatross. (We didn`t feed the pelicans, we were more afraid we were going to be the meal!) -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- indiginz @ 2003-11-26 19:47 said : I`m reading a murder mystery set in NY so my heads in another contininent, another culture - far removed from here :) Oh, and you forgot to say the scenery in Last Samurai was awesome :) xx -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- madmaxnyc @ 2003-11-26 20:07 said : Was fairly good week actually... my students are awesome, I got to play some Mozart and some Rossini, replaced someone at the last minute to premiere a cool piece, spoke to my family today, and get to sleep in tomorrow. Score! Although some ass did steal my bike seat fastener, so I had to bike home standing up yesterday. I guess it`s good for calves. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- jackies @ 2003-11-26 21:13 said : My day at work was hectic, but I have a day of rest tomorrow and I also had one yesterday, so I can`t really complain. Well, I can whine and fuss, but...! Of course, I`m traumatized by that poor Michael Jackson`s predicament, but... er, okay, I lie. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- mauromello @ 2003-11-26 22:08 said : I had a nice day today at work... i was promoted from an intern to a full time employee! ;) -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- offmy_frontporch @ 2003-11-26 23:10 said : My day was good, work was a piece of cake today, and now we are loaded and ready to leave for Death Valley in the morning. Boop Duck is traveling to the Valley also, perhaps she will have an adventure to post when we return. It was wonderful to hear that you really had spent some time in Montana, and did not just pass thru, and not know much about it. The areas you talk of, are very beautiful, however the areas around Billings and Hardin, have a beauty of their own. Happy Thanksgiving to you. aka pinkpepperphoto -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- mxp @ 2003-11-26 23:42 said : well my day got better as it went along. and now its a holiday weekend. i just made some cranberry sauce and i`m ready for thanksgiving. have a great one -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- bandman @ 2003-11-27 10:39 said : I just made the stuffing for the turkey. It is a recipe that my grandmother brought over from Austria almost 100 years ago. It probably dated back to her grandmother which means that this recipe was being served with goose (more popular in Europe than chicken in elegant homes) and duck in Vienna when the Emporer`s Waltz was just a two-step! My mom gave me her best recipes years ago because I always had a proclivity for cooking and she had memorized all of them and didn`t need the originals. My grandmother cooked on a woodburning stove -- I`m talking up through 1940`s Philadelphia, not Vienna, here -- which probably added a taste and texture to the stuffing that modern equiptment can`t duplicate. Back then, a good cook didn`t need measuring instruments or thermostats. You knew the bird was done when the aroma was so intoxicating that you had to eat it at that moment. The rest of the meal? My wife, daughter-in-law and granddaughter can attend to that. But the stuffing recipe? When I die, I may leave it to my family . . . or maybe to Julia Child whose stuffing is not up to grandma`s. My grandmother has been dead for 56 years but her cooking remains a keystone in my life. The paper I have the recipe`s written on is so old that it falls apart to the touch. I think they were written with a quill pen -- a goose quill, of course. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- jazzi @ 2003-11-28 08:03 said : Still traveling in europe. I am with my best friend in Barcelona. We went to Sagrada Familia, Gaudi?s project that is
March 28
March 28
March 28 St. Lucia - Day 2 Friday 6:35 PM EDT Today has been dramatically better than yesterday, though I'm pretty sure it has more to do with us than with St. Lucia. Our hearing is starting to return, if you will. Upon arrival, everything seemed too quiet, like there were empty spaces all around us, where there should have been sound (and fury). We both got a great night of sleep. Julie fell asleep at about a quarter after 10. I wrote the previous entry until 11:02pm (at least that's what the Date Modified timestamp currently says on the file—again, I'm writing all of this offline at the moment). I only woke up once at about 5:30 or so, used the bathroom, and returned to bed. I was unsure at the time if I'd be able to recover and re-enter sleep, but I found rather quickly that I could. We *really* need a king-sized bed and better climate control at home... At about 8am or so, Julie woke me up. It was POURING rain! We fortunately have a nice little covered terrace, and so we made some breakfast (I made sunny-side up eggs with butter, and some turkey bacon. Jules had this sort of muslix type of cereal that she can get in Holland but not in the states, and which we found last night) and sat outside while we watched the rain clear up, the sun come out, the rain return, parts of the sea change to cobalt blue as a patch of sky opened up a league or two out overhead, and finally the sun come out again. After a bit, we got in a cab. It was raining again. We headed to Castries, the capital, and a nearby port-town where all the big cruise ships are. We walked around the markets where I got yelled at a few times for taking pictures, and then had lunch at a GREAT place called "Sugar and Spice." It was really authentic tasting, with a small counter that fronted a small kitchen. We got the local "must-have" dish: "Green figs (bananas) and Saltfish (some kind of cured fish), as well as a Roasted chicken, with a series of sides. Wow. Was that amazingly good! Thankfully, we hadn't taken the concierge's advice and eaten at "The Caribbean Pirate," which was located in the painfully depressing Duty Free Shopping Mall nearby. This was the local food and atmosphere, drinking a beer and sitting on painted picnic tables, that we were looking for. Yum. After a little more wandering, we decided to walk home. This was a LONG walk, which had I known about in advance, I wouldn't have agreed to. But just before that, we met a really great character: "Dr. Peter." This guy was the classic, old man Rasta-hat, grey dreadlocks, shyster marijuana dealer. Here's some of his dialogue, as Julie pulled out a map to decided how to get home. "Whatcha looking for, man?" "I know whatcha looking fo!" "You know whatcha looking fo, my friend?" "Because I got it." "You looking for *marijuana*, my friend!" "I got it!" And he did. And he had this patter and dealing down to an art. It was a THING OF BEAUTY to watch, and to be an audience member, as well as participant, in this transaction. The man is an ARTIST, and as he steered us towards our consumer destination, like a mariner with long years of experience, I could only grin in delight as he came over and spoke loudly about the cigars he was offering to sell us, and then in hushed tones tell us the price. What a joy! I wasn't sure it was more than oregano, but I didn't really care, as the exchange was a treat worth paying for. (As it turned out, Dr. Peter wrote out a decent prescription... ahem.) The walk I will keep short, as it was in itself, rather long. It was punctuated by a rise in temperature, a tightening of my jeans in the heat, a few photographic moments with some great advertisements along the road, and a fight with Julie as we rounded the bend to our villa. We made up shortly after. Jules took a dip in the Caribbean Sea (because we are on the western side of the island), and I took a dip in the pool. Then we read on some deck chairs. I just started a new Paul Auster novel: "Travels In The Scriptorium," and he wrote a line in there that is such masterful storytelling that I'm tempted to get it and quote it right here. "Far off in the distance, beyond the room, beyond the building in which the room is located, he hears the faint cry of a bird—perhaps a crow, perhaps a seagull, he can't tell which." My goodness, what a sentence! I thought when I read it. Not only does it create a scene you are forced to place yourself in, to hear the shrill shriek of that mysterious fowl, and to demonstrate tone, but it hides exposition about the location—the description of how quiet the room and its environs must be—in an incredibly organic way. My love of the sentence may also have in some part been due to Dr. Peter. Or as the Beatles would call him, Dr. Roberts. Anyway, I read and then listened to a really interesting episode of This American Life for almost an hour. I h

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