Sunset from Casa de Flew
In Honor Of The Turducken
Now here’s something that I wish I had invented - The Turducken.   This is a concept that not everyone can appreciate.  If you are not familiar with this feast, certainly medieval in concept if not if fact, it is a chicken, deboned, stuffed in a duck, also deboned, stuffed in a turkey.  Conceptually, the turkey is laid out skin side down and a layer of dressing, often sausage based, is layed on.  Then your deboned duck is laid on the turkey with
another layer of dressing.  The chicken is draped upon the layer of dressing and a final layer of dressing is laid on the chicken.  The birds are then folded over the dressing and the turkey is suitably trussed or sewn to hold it together during the cooking process.

The birds need to be cooked for about 12 hours to assure doneness throughout.  If you really want to cook this behemoth, I’ll leave the temperature up to you.  If, on the other hand, you would like to purchase one (off of the Internet, of course), try the Cajun Grocer.  You can purchase it with various options for Cajun sausage and cornbread dressing.  Be forewarned that the shipping cost will exceed the cost of the Turducken.  They also offer a Quaducant - a quail stuffed in a duck stuffed in a pheasant.

Now, if you are really adventurous, I hear that in South Africa they have something called an Osturducken.  That would be, get this, a Turducken stuffed inside an Ostrich!

Not to be outdone by Afrikaners, I offer the Sperelippomuskimosturduckenooby!  If you would like to take a shot at what this delicacy is made up of, drop me an email here.  For extra points, guess the cooking time for this concoction!  I’ll list the replies here before I head off to Amy;s for Thanksgiving.
The Turducken
I have never understood why anyone would
roast the turkey and shuck the clams
and crisp the croutons and shell the peas
and candy the sweets and compote the cranberries
and bake the pies and clear the table
and wash the dishes and fall into bed
when they could sit back and enjoy a hamburger.
                                     . . . .an Anonymous Turkey
A Fortnight in Ireland