I like turkey. When I eat it, I kinda feel altered in my consciousness. So I ordered a 14 pounder and we had Thanksgiving in August. The picture to the left is before the actual turkey caught on fire (a common occurrence when we grill one of those). It still wasn't cooked yet, but Kelly couldn't help herself and picked and picked.
Cranberries could not be found, frozen or fresh, in August, so we had fresh from the garden beet salad. White mashed potatoes (my new favorite meal), cornbread stuffing and pumpkin pie. It was great. I drank so much sparkling water I felt hung over this morning.
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