Free Range Gluttony
Dinner was intimate, with just wife, son and mother-in-law. Here’s a crotch shot of our organic, free range turkey, a pinot rose and our “good” china. My wife stressed throughout the day how our turkey surely died happy, as if somehow she’d have to coax us out of some PETA-induced guilt to eat it once we saw it.
Fat Chance. Whatever its mood when the axe fell, it was delicious.
A happy Turkey Day to you all, and have a great weekend. If you shop, please do so in moderation (and remember my favorite color is blue).
