My mother makes the best stuffing in the world. Edward can confirm this and given that he has an advanced degree, I think we can thus safely assume that this is a scientific fact. Bread, sausage, butter, sage, thyme, and onion combine (with other things that I don’t pay attention to) in a wonderful wonderful way.
Unfortunately, her stuffing is less successful when you’re not roasting and stuffing a turkey. My attempt to make it by roasting it under chicken thighs left me with a crispy crunchy substance which, while delicious, couldn’t quite be called stuffing.
What’s a girl to do? Obviously invent her own stuffing. Plus this feeds my obsession with roasting everything I can find. I love my oven.