Take that, Squeam!

It's happened. I'm officially squeamish.

Staring at our turkey in the recently sterilized sink, I knew it. I didn't want to touch this thing. Sure as shootin' didn't want to reach into the cavity and pull out its neck in a bag.

Then again, I am only a day away from a four day bout of stomach flu, so maybe it's the tail end of that leaving me gulping hard at this pale, pimpled thing in my sink.

BUT! Squeamish or not, I did it. I cleaned the thing out, rubbed in some garlic and thyme per the recipe, slathered it in some oil and put it in the oven. Whatcha wanna bet that squeamish won't last once long once it's on a plate with some gravy?

huntsman77 sent me this:

And made my day.

I let the K3s watch an episode of Muppets the other day and they were fascinated by Sam the Eagle. They tried so hard to mimic his expression of unibrowed disapproval.

"That's a madddd bird," they decided. They loved him.