Turkey Is Gross
25 Nov
Anyone who knows me knows that I’m neurotic. I have odd things that I’m just not okay with. Unprepared carcasses manage to harness several of these idiosyncrasies at once. It’s unpleasant, to say the least. Holidays, of course, make sure that there’s all kinds of icky bodies for me to deal with. Poultry is the worst.
I was not prepared.
My sister finds this whole thing hilarious. Chris does, too. Chris doesn’t threaten to chase me around the house with the giblets. This is a mark in his favor, and a black mark on my sister. She wants to chase me… making gobbling noises all the while.
I know that select organs and the neck are packaged and shoved into the bird’s now gaping cavity. What I didn’t realize was how long the neck on a turkey was or the sound it would make as it was pulled from the body. I could hear when it gave. Ghuh…
At least the turkey is into bondage. We bought special string and everything.
I’m sorry that you hate Turkeys… but the last part made me LOL
I suppose I should say that I love the taste of turkey. Once the bird is cooked I am immune to it’s grossness.
Gross, but oh so tasty, especially that crispy crust and juicy white meat. And the Yogi loves the various innards. Sorry turkeys!
I would have chased you with it, to watch you scream, but you started turning visibly green. Even I’m not that heartless. That and the neck hadn’t completely defrosted so it wouldn’t have flopped right. lol