Why do I always find myself exchanging money for meat products out of the back of someone’s car? Shouldn’t I be more concerned about my reputation? Pffft. No. Just hand over the turkeys and let’s skip the half-hearted cuddling, shall we? Business is business.
The lovely Miss. Von Schtoop of Calamity Shazaam in the Kitchen, has been going on and on and on about Diemand Farm turkeys out in western Mass., so when she offered to pick one up for me during her annual pre-Thanksgiving Turkey Shoot, I just had to find out what all the fuss was about. Plus, I'll admit, I was curious to meet her. Pam of Cave Cibum, also a stranger to me, went along, too. Meanwhile, I stayed home and considered which of the things on my mounting To Do list should be ignored first.
Both were remarkably cheery when they arrived at my house around dusk after the 160-mile round trip. Perhaps that was because the trunk was jam-packed with turkey products: sausages and stock and eggs and the birds themselves. I came skipping down my steps, lalalaaaalalaaa, eager to receive my shipment, all limber from not having driven anywhere all day, bladder blissfully empty. I’m sure they wanted to punch me in the face. But they didn’t, and I was thankful.
So, now I have my turkey (and a chicken, plus two eggs they stuffed into my coat pockets). Woo hoo! But that wasn’t my assignment for Thanksgiving. My assignment was to bring dessert. Hmmmm. So, I guess we’ll be having turkey for Christmas, then, too?