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42 NOVEMBER 2020
DEAR GRAVY, TAKE THIS THANKSGIVING OFF. It’s not you;
it’s me. I’ve been chasing a meatier, more deeply savory
sauce for turkey, a lip-smacking jus so pure and unadul-
terated that your thickening agents of flour and fat would
only diminish its flavor.
My turkey jus starts a couple of days before the feast by
browning turkey wings and necks over a bed of aromatic
vegetables in a heavy-duty rimmed baking sheet, a pan
low-slung enough to aid in caramelization yet tall enough
to capture the valuable juices that drip and concentrate
on the bottom. After deglazing the pan with wine and
lovingly scraping up every last browned bit, two rounds
of simmering and straining produce a two-for-one special:
the first a gelatinous brown stock to be reduced down
into one quart of the aforementioned jus, the second a
quart of blond turkey stock meant for flavoring mashed
potatoes or stuffing.
It’s okay, gravy. We can still be friends. See you around
for Sunday supper? —HUNTER LEWIS
Saucework Step aside, gravy.
This year, we’re going all in
for turkey jus.
THE ODE
photography by VICTOR PROTASIO
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