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Re: Come Celebrate Christmas with Friends
11/28/2007 11:36:57 PM

This is my favorite Turkey Recipe, it was found in an old victorian house in Aspen, CO. and is from Pre WWI. The first two steps are optional.

 

1) Choke turkey at least 24 hrs before cooking

2)Pluck and singe

3) Take a fork and poke turkey all over with the fork creating small holes in it.

4)Salt and Pepper turkey and rub turkey all over with the salt and pepper.

5)Use about 1/4 stick of butter and rub turkey all over with the butter

6)Rub turkey all over with Flour. Enough to hold in butter salt and pepper.

7)Stuff turkey with your favorite stuffing

8)Place Turkey upside down in a Roasting Pan!!!!!!

9)Bake at 325 degrees 20 minutes per pound. According to the recipe it is better to use an open pit instead of one of these new fangled ovens

10) Keep a small saucepan of hot water on stove and baste turkey every 20-30 minutes with water.

11)Half-way through the baking process Place turkey right side up in the Roasting pan.

12) Continue basting every 20-30 minutes until the Turkey is done.

I can guarantee you this will be one of the moistests Turkeys you will ever have and one of the best. The reason why you place the turkey upside down is because most of the juices are in the legs and this will spread that throughout the turkey during the cooking process.

 

Greg

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Re: Come Celebrate Christmas with Friends
11/29/2007 12:46:36 AM

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"SANTA' SECRET PRAYER"

On Christmas Eve, a young boy with light in his eyes
Looked deep into Santa's, to Santa's surprise
And said as he sat on Santa's broad knee, "I want your secret. Tell it to me."
He leaned up and whispered in Santa's good ear

"How do you do it, year after year?
I want to know how, as you travel about,
Giving gifts here and there, you never run out.
How is it, Dear Santa, that in your pack of toys
You have plenty for all of the world's girls and boys?
Stay so full, never empties, as you make your way
From rooftop to rooftop, to homes large and small,
From nation to nation, reaching them all?"

And Santa smiled kindly and said to the boy,
"Don't ask me hard questions. Don't you want a toy?"

But the child shook his head, and Santa could see
That he needed the answer. "Now listen to me,"

He told that small boy with the light in his eyes,
"My secret will make you sadder and wise.
The truth is that my sack is magic. Inside
It holds millions of toys for my Christmas Eve ride.
But although I do visit each girl and each boy
I don't always leave them a gaily-wrapped toy.
Some homes are hungry, some homes are sad,
Some homes are desperate, some homes are bad.
Some homes are broken, and the children there grieve.
Those homes I visit, but what should I leave?
My sleigh is filled with the happiest stuff,
But for homes where despair lives toys aren't enough.
So I tiptoe in, kiss each girl and boy,
And I pray with them that they'll be given the joy
Of the spirit of Christmas, the spirit that lives
In the heart of the dear child who gets not, but gives.

If only God hears me and answers my prayer,
When I visit next year, I will find there,
Homes filled with peace, with giving, and love,
Boys and girls gifted with light from above.
It's a very hard task, my smart little brother,
To give toys to some, and to give prayers to others.
But the prayers are the best gifts, the best gifts indeed, 

   For God has a way of meeting each need. 
    That's part of the answer. The rest, my dear youth,                                            is that my sack is magic. And that is the truth.
                   In my sack I carry on Christmas Eve day
                       More love than a Santa could ever give away.
                            The sack never empties of love, or of joys
                                 Cause inside it are prayers, and hope. Not just toys.

                                        The more that I give, the fuller it seems,
                                               Because giving is my way of fulfilling dreams. 
                                              And do you know something? You've got a sack too. 

                                              It's as magic as mine, and it's inside of you. 
                                               It never gets empty; it's full from the start. 
                                                        It's the center of light and love. It's your heart. 
                                                           And if on this Christmas you want to help me, 
                                             Don't be so concerned with the gifts `near your tree. 
                                                               Open that sack called your heart, and share 
                                               Your joy, your friendship, your wealth, your care." 

                                                            The light in the small boy's eyes was glowing. 
                                                           "Thanks for your secret. I've got to be going." 
                                                                          "Wait, little boy," Said Santa, "don't go. 
                            Will you share? Will you help? Will you use what you know?" 
                                                       And just for a moment the small boy stood still, 
                                          Touched his heart with his small hand and whispered,
                                                        "I will."



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Merry Christmas,

Beryl


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