Rather good.

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Overdone.  Glad I was suspicious of the time suggested.  It took half that, or so.  Even then it was overdone a smidge.  Still, rather good.  I forgot to add spices to the stuffing.  And, really didn't taste the garlic brine.  But the bird tasted quite good.  And the sauerkraut stuffing was good too.

Would I want it every time?  Maybe not.  But I wouldn't mind it every other, or every third time.  So, yes, it is on the rotation.  If, though, even at this elevation, at 415 oven temp (in a convection oven, using the convection option), I am guessing about an hour will do.  I ended up doing probably and hour and fifteen, and that was too much.  But just a bit.

Wonderful.  I was so hungry, and really for meat.  I do, now, that I am eating again, crave meat again.  Veggies will do, but I don't crave them.  They fill in for when I don't have meat, but need food in my face.  Fall hunger set upon me like blood hounds, with long teeth.  So I have been downing canned veggies, with lots of butter.

Still, corn, peas, green beans, and mushrooms, with lots of butter, isn't horrible.  It just isn't carnivore.  But chicken is.  Even with sauerkraut in it?  Well, I think of it as when people would hunt, and drag the beast over to the fire, grass would sometimes imbed.  Or, they would use greens, to try to keep the critter fresh, until they could cook it.  So hush.

I at two sixth of the bird, and may finish the last of the half before long.  Making tea, currently.  I need more warmth.  Then again, I rested the bird for fifteen minutes before carving it.  So it wasn't exactly piping hot.  Oh, I am quite satisfied with that meal.  I would serve that to guests, without first telling them what it was.  I think it would shock some folk, how mouth wateringly delightful that can be.

Life is good, with the belly filled, the tongue satisfied, and the smell of freshly cooked meat permeating a home.  Life is splendid that way.  I could have been a contender?  No, I was a fantastic contender.  No...  but, if I had my druthers?  I could have been a hobbit, albeit a big one.  If they didn't know better, it's why at one time I could have fit in locally.

I do have difficulties here, but consider this a little touch of shire.  Being... a bit of a Gandalf, the grey often, and different even further, I know this isn't my home.  Hid from... darker places, here, for a while though.  But it's time to move on.

There is the tea.  Later.