This past week S decided to cook another turkey. Why? I don’t know. He wanted to cook another turkey. To celebrate December. I was up for it. He talked about making a jalapeno turkey — I didn’t know what that meant but it sounded delicious. It didn’t actually end up happening, but what did happen was S rubbing a shitload of duck fat underneath the skin of the turkey, then cooking chicken liver in a shitload of duck fat, then mixing the cooked chicken liver into homemade stuffing topped with a shitload of duck fat.
Thanksgiving feast #3 was amazing, but what was even more amazing was that S took one bite of his chicken liver stuffing and apparently it “wasn’t to his liking” so he gave me literally the entire pan of stuffing to take home. I thought it was absolutely incredible, I don’t know what S was talking about. I picked out most of the chicken liver, but the rest of the stuffing has lasted me 5 nights of dinners so far and still going strong.