There's a 20 pound turkey cooking in my oven as I type. He's stuffed with potato stuffing that was lovingly made by my parents and delivered to my kitchen yesterday because I had to work late. The potato stuffing recipe is a family favorite, specifically requested by my brother, and it fills the body cavity, but I tried a new recipe for the stuffing in the neck. Sausage, apples, walnuts, onions and seasoned bread crumbs. Sounded yummy, we'll see in a few hours.
All this sounds rather mundane, I know, but the difference is that this turkey came from a local farm, and I processed him myself. Yep, I can add "Turkey Killer" to the ole resume. My parents are so proud. (read - appalled) This turkey spent his days waddling around a petting zoo being mauled by slobbery but enthusiastic toddlers. After petting zoo season was over, he returned to the farm life and wandered around the farm just being a turkey.
He's really only had one bad day in his life, and I made sure that was as quick and painless as I could manage. It's another step away from the commercially raised world and I am glad I took it. Though I have to admit the sausage is Jimmy Dean and the bread crumbs are Pepperidge Farm. Baby steps, people, baby steps.
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