So this week I made a turkey. I love to be able to make a turkey for a week's worth of meals… it smells so good and tastes so good and feels like such an accomplishment when I pull it from the oven all golden brown and glistening and sizzling.
I normally just throw stuff in the oven and hope for the best, and this was no exception. Except after about 3 hours I pulled out my yummy turkey and realized the outside was looking a bit… dry.
(insert important detail here that I should have started out this story with)
I made bacon the other day. Lovely smoked black pepper covered
It just so happened that my lovely bacon produced quite a bit
of fat grease.
I could not bear to throw it away, so I decided to keep it and try and think of something fattening to make in the future.
(resume other random turkey story)
So I took a leap of faith and grabbed a pastry brush and went to town. I had a grand old time acquainting my humble turkey with the likes of its one time barnyard friend, Mr. Piggy.
I figured if the combination was horrible and vile and completely unacceptable I would never tell a soul and all would be well with the world.
About an hour later I took my golden turkey from the oven and let him rest on the counter. By this time I had hid the bacon fat back away in the corner where he belonged and had pretty much forgotten my insane inclination to consume parts of two separate animals in one meal and started cutting Mr. Golden Turkey up.
It tasted good. I served the kids and started the gravy, using the drippings from the humble bird.
Ten minutes later I had an acceptable looking gravy.
I poured it over a nice sweet slab of white meat and took a bite.
And surely was transported to my happy place.
I think I may have even groaned aloud.
It was the best, and I mean the best gravy I have ever tasted in my life. That little bit of (and when I say little I mean at least a quarter cup) of bacon grease has seasoned that gravy within an inch of its life.
It was rich. It was decadent. It was good enough to drink. (not that I did that…)
Something happened when I brushed on that grease… the flavors infused together to create something that has forever ruined me on 'regular' gravy.
Seriously… I implore you… you MUST try this next time you cook a turkey. There is an occasion coming up quite soon right?
I cant even imagine how it would taste over creamy, fluffy white mashed potatoes. Its more then my little bacon grease loving brain can handle.