Wednesday, December 25, 2013
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!