I come from a family of cooks. Serious, Bon Appetit reading, spices you’ve never heard of using, take no prisoners, start cooking a week before Thanksgiving cooks. And then there’s me. My first solo turkey was in 1993 in Charleston, SC. I cooked the giblets in the turkey and had to throw the whole thing […]
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