So I took a 22.3 lb Butterball turkey out of the freezer Sunday morning, putting it in cold water in a cooler to thaw over a day or two. Big 'uns like that can take longer than 24 hours.
My wife asked when I was planning on smoking the bird. "Tuesday," I answered confidently. "You know, there's a big storm coming through on Tuesday. 90% chance of rain." Sure enough, rain through next weekend, although it drops to as low as a 40% chance. "Eh, I'll smoke it on Monday just in case."
So this morning I check and the bird is still partially frozen. Into the sink for the cold water thaw, changing the water every 30 minutes.
My wife calls from work and asks, "Have you started smoking the turkey?"
"Nah, it's thawing. I'll smoke it this afternoon."
"You know, there's a high wind warning."
Sure enough, I go outside and the wind is gusting enough to move our big oak tree all over the place. I don't light a fire in wind like this in this friggin' tinderbox of a state. Bingo, bango, into the oven it goes. I decided to do the flippy thing, starting breast down for the first 90 minutes then flipping it over. Roasting it at 425F for 20 mins and 325F for rest of cook. I've flipped it and inserted some probes. Thigh is 118F, breast is 82F as I type. There might be something to this flippy thing. I'll tent the breast if it starts getting too dark. Hmm, I need to reset the clock on my camera.
Not done, but on its way. And remember to expect the unexpected!
The best laid plans obviously dictate that you need to check the weather. It's been so constant for the last six weeks, I didn't bother. No smoke on this one, but I'll pick up some more on deep sale after TG. Might even be some fresh ones left I can smoke then.
My wife asked when I was planning on smoking the bird. "Tuesday," I answered confidently. "You know, there's a big storm coming through on Tuesday. 90% chance of rain." Sure enough, rain through next weekend, although it drops to as low as a 40% chance. "Eh, I'll smoke it on Monday just in case."
So this morning I check and the bird is still partially frozen. Into the sink for the cold water thaw, changing the water every 30 minutes.
My wife calls from work and asks, "Have you started smoking the turkey?"
"Nah, it's thawing. I'll smoke it this afternoon."
"You know, there's a high wind warning."
Sure enough, I go outside and the wind is gusting enough to move our big oak tree all over the place. I don't light a fire in wind like this in this friggin' tinderbox of a state. Bingo, bango, into the oven it goes. I decided to do the flippy thing, starting breast down for the first 90 minutes then flipping it over. Roasting it at 425F for 20 mins and 325F for rest of cook. I've flipped it and inserted some probes. Thigh is 118F, breast is 82F as I type. There might be something to this flippy thing. I'll tent the breast if it starts getting too dark. Hmm, I need to reset the clock on my camera.
Not done, but on its way. And remember to expect the unexpected!
The best laid plans obviously dictate that you need to check the weather. It's been so constant for the last six weeks, I didn't bother. No smoke on this one, but I'll pick up some more on deep sale after TG. Might even be some fresh ones left I can smoke then.