I am so nongraceful. A few moments ago as I was preparing to roast the turkey for supper, I (as is my usual practice with raw meat) lifted the bird up toward my nose to do a smell test and see if everything seemed fresh and AOK. Well, I seem to have misjudged the distance and ended up rubbing raw turkey all over my mouth and nose. YUCK!!! It’s amazing we end up with anything edible around here given my apparent clumsiness in the kitchen! I have sanitized my face and the turkey is cooking nicely. Let this be a warning to you to be on your guard next time you have an enounter with a raw turkey.
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BTW, I am aware that nongraceful isn’t really a word, at least I don’t think it is: it just sounds more fun than ungraceful. Actually, I think it is a Stephy-ism!
I’m don’t know, Tricia … sounds more like we need to be on guard if we have an encounter with you! 😉
another “stephy-ism” i heard just today:
fantastic verbage, isn’t it?
ps-great story about a potentially foul foul. hee hee.
Several years ago Duane’s mom was cleaning and stuffing the turkey for Thanksgiving dinner. The neck and giblets were still partially frozen, and no matter how hard we tried, we couldn’t pull them out.
Carol called Duane into the kitchen and said she needed help. She said “Put your hands here and hold on tight”, pointing to the neck. When she had successfully pulled the turkey away Duane was left standing and holding the neck. He looked at it and said “What is that?” His mom told him that was the neck.
His face turned completely white and I think it took all his effort not to be sick. I think of that every time I scoop the giblets out of fryer chickens (we buy the cheap kind that don’t put the giblets in a bag). There’s nothing like the slurp! of a chicken kidney or heart hitting the bottom of your sink.