
Okay, it wasn't a goose, it was a turkey breast.
Yesterday, Ben, Shannon and Macey were coming over for dinner. I had a turkey breast that I've been wanting to cook up for several weeks and decided that's what we'd have for dinner. I took it out of the freezer on Saturday and yesterday after church, I put it in the oven.
Everyone was here by about 5:20 or so. The mashed potatoes, corn and fruit salad were all ready. I pulled the turkey out to check on it's doneness and to my dismay, it only registered 85 degrees on my handy, dandy instant read thermometer. I was puzzled, because it had been in the oven almost four hours, but stuck it back in and turned the temperature up 25 degrees.
Well, an hour later, after several tries with the thermometer, the turkey still hadn't gotten to over 100 degrees. YIKES! We were all starving. Was the oven not working? It seemed hot. We were thinking we would cut a chunk off and cook it in the microwave, just so we could eat. That's when Rene noticed...the digital thermometer was on Celsius, not Fahrenheit!!
I was worried that the turkey would be dry and yucky, but I had put it in the pan upside down and that seemed to keep the juices in. It was actually pretty good.
Ben thought it was hilarious and suggested that the tendency some people in our family have to do kind of harebrained things was inherited. Haha...very funny.
PS. This is not our turkey breast nor our thermometer.