When I looked into his eyes
There was passion I could see
And then the Stranger told me
"Turkey's your destiny."
And though he soon departed
I remember his design
For he gave to me the secret
Of that pure November Brine
I will free the turkey from
Its shackles built of time
Oh yeah
Family now is coming, family now is going
I'm not really sure how many will be here
Oh dear...
But when you take the time to make it in a brine
You can rest your head, now, knowing that it is fine
So fine...
Thaw it in a cooler
38's the line
Before it gets too warm, you
Soak it in November Brine
Take some veggie broth...heat it up
Add some kosher salt...'bout a cup
Simmer over some high heat...for a bit
Then remove it from the heat...let it sit
I know it's hard to make turkey this way
With friends and family second guessing
But if they want stuffing, stay away
You can make much better dressing
Cook the bird half an hour...and 'bout when
It turns a golden brown...put on then
Your own turkey triangle...on the breast
And cook it at 350...for the rest
You've brought it to the table
The carving has begun
Thanks to your foil contraption
All the meat's perfectly done
You can have the dark stuff
The breast meat is all mine
Tasty and so juicy
'Cause of our November Brine
(Oh, where's the dipping sauce?)
(We need a dipping sauce!)
(If you think that the meat's too plain, and
You find your bird's at a loss
Forget stuff that comes in a can
You can make dipping sauce
You can make dipping sauce)
(Add 12 ounces chilled cranberries
Orange juice, two cups in all
Ginger Ale, now don't be wary
And add some Kosher Salt
A pinch of Kosher Salt)
(Maple syrup, two tablespoons
And a single orange zest
Brown sugar, two more full spoons
That's it, there's nothing left
Cook it, there's nothing left)
(Then you boil it in a saucepan
Blend it up and serve it then
Nothing says "Good Eats" like this, man...)
