Screw Your Turducken
On second thought, maybe you might not want all that mess. Anyway, the point here is I once thought that the Turducken (chicken shoved in a duck shoved in a turkey) was the highest peak that food could ever aspire to. Then, gentle readers, I came across a greater dish…
The 1832 diaries of John B. Grimball refer to a Charleston preserve of fowl: a dove stuffed into a quail, a quail into a guinea hen, a hen into a duck, a duck into a capon, a capon into a goose, and the goose into a peacock or a turkey. The whole thing was then roasted … It makes Turducken seem like the lazy way out (link).
But they all are ecplipsed by one meal. The one dish to rule them all, and in the gravy bind them. And this dish goes by the simple moniker,
Oh hell yes. 60 eggs, 12 kilos rice, 110 gallons of water, all kinds of crap… and then salt to taste. Top that. AND, I believe it’s an option on the South Beach Diet.
Thanks Joz. All you guys tell her happy birthday.
November 24th, 2004 at 6:23 am
I still think turducken is pretty damn cool, though, because as far as I know you can actually get it today.
And incidentally, did you create the post slug for this entry, or did it just come out that way? It’s awesome.
November 24th, 2004 at 8:25 am
how about stuffing it all in an Ostrich before you get to the Camel?
November 27th, 2004 at 5:30 am
I’ve taken your title’s suggestion and created Turduckenane. Me inside the chicken, inside the duck, inside the turkey. Feel free to remove this comment at your earliest convenience before it ruins anyone else’s day. Although it’ll probably be a little harder to remove the idea from your head. Sorry everyone.