I LOVE turkey. I never really understood the people who say they don’t like it. And I LOVE Thanksgiving. It’s by far my favorite holiday. Every year my whole extended family gathers in Macon, Georgia for three or four days. Since we are spread out all over the Southeast, we spend every moment together, and there’s plenty of cooking, eating, and cleaning. We have the traditional turkey and cornbread dressing and giblet gravy, accompanied by (usually) collard AND turnip greens, creamed corn, butter beans, pineapple-cheese casserole, cornbread, pumpkin pie, and pecan pie. My Mammie was a fabulous cook and Thanksgiving dinner is the meal I look forward to all year, not just because of the food, but because of the people with whom I get to share it.
So I’ve always loved turkey. BUT then I had other people’s turkey. When overcooked it turns out really dry. I always think about Christmas Vacation when cousin Catherine overcooks the turkey and they’re all gnawing on it like jerky. BAD NEWS! And the problem is that most of us only cook turkey once or twice a year, and it’s always at a high-pressure meal where it really needs to turn out good.
Well, whether it’s your first time hosting Thanksgiving or your hundredth, if you’ve got turkey anxiety, I’ve got a solution for you. The Instant Pot. When I say you can’t mess this up, I mean you really can’t mess it up. It will turn out nice and juicy. This method is also perfect for a smaller crowd when a whole bird isn’t necessary.
Check out my favorite way to use up leftover turkey, and make these Turkey and Spinach Enchiladas!
Combine parsley flakes, olive oil, salt, pepper, and mustard in a small bowl. Rub evenly over turkey. Place turkey in a 6-quart Instant Pot, and add chicken broth.
Cover Instant Pot, and, using manual setting, set to 18 minutes on high pressure, making sure the pressure valve is sealed. When done, let the pressure slowly release.
Let stand at least 5 minutes before slicing.
What’s your favorite Thanksgiving memory? I remember one time when my Mammie and I were cooking, using literally every dish in the whole kitchen before we washed anything. They were seriously piled up on the countertops, and that’s when the blender, full of hot celery-onion-broth mixture exploded all over the floor, ceiling, counters, and all the dishes. It was such a mess, but we just laughed and laughed. And then at the meal, my dad ALWAYS tells the story about when he was 23 and living out of town for his first job, and he drove home for Thanksgiving, the whole way thinking about turnip greens. But when the bowl got around to him that night the greens were all gone. Now he always gets the first serving of turnip greens.