As I removed the neck from my turkey’s cavity (how I hate that word!) this morning, a disturbing thought crossed my mind. How do I even know that this neck belonged to this turkey? I mean, isn’t it at least possible that the turkey slayers got their hands crossed and rammed a different bird’s neck up my turkey’s ass?
I’m a big believer in the sanctity of the turkey corpse, but this neck conundrum is threatening to spoil my meal. Fortunately, I have several hours and a lot of beer on hand to help me get over it!
I wish all of you Happy Thanksgiving, even Occraz, who drives an automatic and whose country has its celebration on the wrong day!