It was this time a year ago that I had my first article printed in the Emery County Progress. It was titled "A Turkey Story." Well, guess what! It is that time of year again. Thanksgiving and contrary to what you might believe, this is another true story!
It happened this time last year and I thought it might give you a chuckle. You know how I am about cooking turkey. If you happened to read my article last year you know that turkeys and I just don't seem to get a along . Well, my friend and I decided to have Thanksgiving dinner together again last year and she said she would cook a turkey breast this time. I tried to talk her out of it because I already had a turkey roast in my freezer that I had been saving for Thanksgiving dinner. She insisted, so who am I to talk anybody out of cooking the turkey.
No sooner had I agreed to let her take this great event off of my hands when a group of well meaning people stopped at my house with another turkey roast for my freezer. This just isn't any old turkey roast pressed together, this is a full, deboned, turkey, all ready to be roasted. I couldn't turn it down so I say, "thank you" and make room for it in my freezer.
I figure I can cook this for Christmas when the children come visiting and we will make it special by marinating it in something special. We usually do not cook turkey for Christmas when we have just had it for Thanksgiving.
Now my freezer is getting a little full with two turkey roasts crammed in it, when low and behold, a few days later another group of well meaning church members drop by my house to present me with , you guessed it, another , wonderful, turkey roast that they are sure I can use for Thanksgiving.
By this time I am absolutely sure I do not need it and I thanked them very much but I declined the offer. You should have seen the looks on their faces when I told them no. I explained my dilemma and told them that I was sure they could find another family who could certainly use this wonderful offer.
We had a good laugh over it but I had visions of giving out numbers to the people lined up at my door to give me a turkey roast. I had no more room in my freezer for any more poultry and I still had another week and a half to go. I thought maybe I should put a note on the door that said, "If you have a turkey roast in your hand, don't knock."
Well, that's my story and I'm sticking to it and it is also my world. Until next time, remember, for those in the YaYa sisterhood, "The nice part about living in a small town. When you don't know what you're doing, someone else always does."