Well, at least she liked it. Apparently Pew-Pew was able to give me one last "up yours" because he didn't turn out nearly as good as I had hoped.
I crammed his abdominal cavity with homemade stuffing, slathered his skin with S&P and some butter and plopped his butt in the behemoth roaster my Dad got me for Christmas a few years ago.
325 degrees for several hours, basted him once in a while, then ended up finishing him in a hot oven to crispy up the rest of the skin.
The legs were pretty good, but the breast meat was kind'a chewy. And the "sauce" (i.e. cornstarch thickened gravy'ish product) I made with what goose fat there was and red wine base wasn't really that good. In hindsight, we probably should have just smoked him like we did the ducks. But oh well, we had our Christmas Goose. And Pew-Pew's sacrifice has made it possible for other geese to live on as I don't think we'll be growing out any additional geese for the supper table.
Hope you had a wonderful Christmas :)
Oh, and Happy Birthday, Christine!
Love ya!
Aww! Thanks for the Birthday Shout-Out Sees-ter! I'm sorry to see Pew-Pew go, but if he/she (did we ever find out the sex?) was mean to my lil niece, than to the pot you go! Merry Christmas to Krazo Acres!
ReplyDeleteGosh, he looks great though. Too bad the taste wasn't there.
ReplyDeleteHe does look like a fantastically prepared Christmas goose! How old was the fella? Could that have contributed to his toughness?
ReplyDeleteLooking at the Birthday Girl's pictures, I can see from whence Rhiannon came!
Carolyn,
ReplyDeleteLove the dedication or ode to Pew Pew!!!!
Happy Birthday To You Sister !!!!!
Love the glint in Rhiannon's eye...and Happy Birthday to Christine!
ReplyDeleteHAHA. Why are geese always so mean. I remember having the same moment of satisfaction when I was about Rhi's age from just such a goose :)
ReplyDeleteMerry Christmas you guys.
Ha ha! Will have to remember this when the kids say they want a goose.
ReplyDeleteBummer about the goose not turning out as hoped (sure looked tasty in the pix, though). I was hoping for a mouthwatering post about how delicious and succulent Pew Pew was. Now I'm looking at our obnoxious gander (I'm getting tired of kickboxing with a large bird every morning) and wondering if it's worth the trouble to slaughter, pluck and cook. One way or the other, though, the guy's on his way out. Merry Christmas!
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