The November cold has settled in — not the dramatic cold of January, which is violent and personal, but the steady cold of November, which is merely informational: winter is coming, prepare accordingly. I prepare by cooking. I prepare by making sofrito in large batches and freezing it in ice cube trays the way Mami taught me, the way Abuela Consuelo taught Mami, the cubes like little amber jewels that contain everything — culantro, recao, ají dulce, garlic, onion, tomato — compressed into a form that can survive the freezer and emerge, months later, as the foundation of any meal worth eating.
Miguel Jr. brought Lucas over on Saturday. Lucas is eighteen months and has entered the phase of toddlerhood where every object is a drum and every surface is a canvas and every word is an experiment. He said 'buela' this week — his version of abuela — and I heard it and sat down on the kitchen floor and cried, right there, sitting on the tile, because my grandson called me abuela and the word sounded like Bayamón and like the future at the same time. Eduardo came in and found me on the floor with Lucas and said, What happened. I said, He called me abuela. Eduardo said, He calls the dog abuela too. I said, Eduardo, do not ruin this for me. He did not ruin it. He sat on the floor with us.
Jenny is pregnant. Miguel Jr. told us at Sunday dinner, casually, the way he tells us everything — between the arroz and the habichuelas, as if the announcement of a second grandchild is a side dish rather than the main course. Jenny is due in July. July. A summer baby. I started planning the meals I will bring to their house postpartum before Miguel Jr. finished the sentence. Eduardo said, Maybe let them finish telling us before you start the menu. I said, The menu and the joy are the same thing, Eduardo. He did not argue.
At the hospital, the Thanksgiving prep is underway. My team — twenty-three food service workers, most of whom have been with me for a decade or more — knows the drill. Turkeys ordered. Potatoes peeled. Pies arriving Wednesday. I will be at the hospital by 4 AM on Thanksgiving morning because the turkeys need to be in the oven by five and the gravy needs to start by seven and the mashed potatoes need to be ready by ten and the whole operation needs to flow like a river and I am the riverbed. I have been the riverbed for twenty years. The water knows where to go.
The Thanksgiving turkeys at the hospital are a twenty-year operation — measured in hundreds, in sheet pans, in gravy by the gallon. But the recipe I come back to for my own table, the one I made the Saturday Miguel Jr. brought Lucas over and Lucas sat on the kitchen floor with Eduardo and me and said ‘buela for the first time, is this roasted chicken with sausage stuffing. It is not a turkey, but it carries the same spirit: the herb-fragrant heat of the oven, the way the fat renders and the skin goes golden, the stuffing holding everything together from the inside. When there is a new grandchild coming and a grandson who already owns my whole heart, you need a dish that knows how to contain joy. This one does.
Roasted Chicken with Sausage Stuffing
Prep Time: 25 minutes | Cook Time: 1 hour 45 minutes | Total Time: 2 hours 10 minutes | Servings: 6
Ingredients
- 1 whole roasting chicken (5 to 6 lbs), giblets removed
- 1/2 lb Italian sausage, casings removed
- 3 tablespoons unsalted butter, divided
- 1 medium yellow onion, finely diced
- 3 celery stalks, finely diced
- 3 cloves garlic, minced
- 3 cups cubed day-old bread (about 1/2-inch cubes)
- 1/2 cup low-sodium chicken broth
- 2 tablespoons fresh flat-leaf parsley, chopped
- 1 teaspoon fresh thyme leaves
- 1 teaspoon fresh rosemary, minced
- 1/2 teaspoon dried sage
- Salt and black pepper to taste
- 1 tablespoon olive oil
- 1 teaspoon paprika
Instructions
- Preheat the oven. Heat oven to 375°F. Pat the chicken dry inside and out with paper towels and set it breast-side up in a roasting pan. Season the cavity generously with salt and pepper.
- Brown the sausage. In a large skillet over medium heat, cook the sausage, breaking it into small crumbles, until browned through, about 6 to 8 minutes. Transfer to a large bowl, leaving the rendered fat in the pan.
- Sauté the aromatics. Add 1 tablespoon of butter to the sausage drippings in the skillet. Add the onion and celery and cook over medium heat until softened, about 5 minutes. Add the garlic and cook 1 minute more. Pour the mixture over the sausage in the bowl.
- Build the stuffing. Add the bread cubes, parsley, thyme, rosemary, and sage to the sausage bowl. Pour the chicken broth over everything and toss until the bread is evenly moistened. Season with salt and pepper. The stuffing should hold together loosely when pressed.
- Stuff and truss. Spoon the stuffing into the chicken cavity, packing it gently — do not overfill, as the stuffing expands during roasting. Tuck the wing tips under the body. Tie the legs together with kitchen twine if desired.
- Season the exterior. Melt the remaining 2 tablespoons of butter with the olive oil and brush the mixture all over the outside of the chicken. Sprinkle evenly with paprika, salt, and pepper.
- Roast the chicken. Roast uncovered for 1 hour 30 minutes to 1 hour 45 minutes, until an instant-read thermometer inserted into the thickest part of the thigh (away from bone) reads 165°F and the juices run clear. Tent with foil if the skin browns too quickly.
- Rest and serve. Transfer the chicken to a cutting board and let it rest 15 minutes before carving. Spoon the stuffing from the cavity into a serving dish. Serve with the pan drippings spooned over the top.
Nutrition (per serving)
Calories: 520 | Protein: 44g | Fat: 28g | Carbs: 18g | Fiber: 1g | Sodium: 620mg