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Turkeys: the paste-eating mouth breathers of the poultry world


I stole this picture from National Geographic. At first, I couldn’t work out what it was. Some sort of two-headed conjoined twin turkey maybe. But no, it’s just a pair of Meleagris gallopavo being they own brilliant selfs.

I’ll be honest with you — I think our turkey this year had a leeeetle too much fresh air and healthful exercise. She was tough-ish. More indolence and lounging around the barn for the next one, I think.

Anyway, I’ve boiled down the carcass and made a pie for tonight. A bit of soup tomorrow, and that’s the bird done.

On to the ham!


Comment from Uncle Al
Time: December 28, 2016, 11:35 pm

Consider adding this favorite of our family to your leftover turkey culinary repertoire: Turkey Curry.

Although this story is untrue, I’m told it nevertheless reflects turkey intelligence: When turkeys are outdoors and it starts raining, they look up with their beaks agape trying to figure out what’s hitting them on the head. Their beaks fill with water and they drown.

Comment from Armybrat
Time: December 29, 2016, 12:56 am

One of the few things Ben Franklin got wrong was championing the turkey for America’s national bird.

Comment from dissent555
Time: December 29, 2016, 1:00 am

Yes, I’ve got some turkey bones in the freezer to make soup from too.

Comment from feynmangroupie
Time: December 29, 2016, 1:08 am

Sheesh, I thought it was some kind of metaphor for the SJW movement eating itself.

Comment from Armybrat
Time: December 29, 2016, 1:18 am

Oh, and we did a bone-on prime rib for the Christmas feast. Open faced beef samiches with left over mashed taters the day after, French dip sandwiches the next day, beef pot pie tonight. I’ll throw the remnants in the stew pot on Sat with homemade noodles for beef and noodles. My Irish grandma taught me how to make the noodles. She always said the noodles had to be made before noon. She was a lousy cook, except for her noodles, so I take her at her word for noodle making.

Comment from Spad13
Time: December 29, 2016, 1:31 am

Armybrat, of course the noodles had to be made before noon. Afternoon is for drinking!

Comment from SCOTTtheBADGER
Time: December 29, 2016, 1:32 am

I wanna claim Debbie Reynolds for the Pool! Note time, please!

Comment from Armybrat
Time: December 29, 2016, 1:47 am

Spad13, I’d do that whole hands up wiggling thing if I could remember how to do it for that comment! My grandmother was born near Ennis, one of 12 kids. She and her oldest sister emigrated (legally!) to the US and brought over all the others including their widowed mother. I remember making noodles the day after Christmas with my grandmother and great-grandmother.

Comment from RushBabe
Time: December 29, 2016, 1:57 am

ScotttheBadger — You’re too early or late as the case may be.

Comment from dissent555
Time: December 29, 2016, 4:33 am

SCOTTtheBADGER – “Missed it by THAT much”

Comment from OldFert
Time: December 29, 2016, 5:02 am

Regarding Ben Franklin wanting to honor the turkey…
Maybe he was just thinking about a true representation of what our government turned into. Can we think of more turkeys than Congress, the bureaucracy, etc.?

Comment from SCOTTtheBADGER
Time: December 29, 2016, 5:45 am

I must admit, I was taken by surprise. I read that she has had a stroke, posted, and half an hour later, read that she had died. Am I responsible for her dying?

Comment from durnedyankee
Time: December 29, 2016, 5:03 pm

Those are turkeys?

I thought it was the POTUS and his Sec State.

hmmmmmm… on reflection I was right either way weren’t I.

Comment from Deborah HH
Time: December 29, 2016, 5:53 pm

Re: Ben Franklin and the turkey. Wild turkeys are pretty bad ass, and a wily bird. Quite impressive in the wild. They’re nothing like their Butterball brethren. I married into a family of hunters, and Husband’s grandfather shot a wild turkey for every family holiday. They are tough and scrawny and so was Grandfather H. He cooked the turkey himself, and it might vary from year to year because he was a freestyle cook. But regardless of what else was on the menu, you took a serving of Grandfather’s wild turkey—do you want dark meat or darker meat? And you were grateful in all things.

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