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Thursday, 22 December 2011

When is 3 not better than 1?

I am all fingers this morning.  I had decided to write a post using the Merriam-Webster Word of the Day, but after three shamefully ineffective attempts to cut and paste the bits I needed I decided that giving up that idea was better than throwing a cup of coffee at the wall.

I woke up this morning with a start---maybe that's why my fingers are in a state of rebellion.  The "start" was caused by the realization that we haven't yet bought our turkey and if we did we'd have nowhere to put it.  I'm afraid we may come to the place where we zip into Loblaw's at 10 to 6 on Saturday night to buy a fresh turkey which can languish on the patio until it's time for it to go into the oven.  There are many advantages to a small condo, but turkey-management isn't one of them.  We have room in the freezer for frozen spinach, raspberries, pizza, raisin bread and ice, but not for turkey; we have room in the fridge for 3 kinds of milk, OJ and various juices, a box of wine, some veggies and way too many bottles of jam, but not for turkey.

Oh well, it's better than the year we had 3 turkeys.



5 comments:

  1. In case I don't stop by this way later, have a wonderful Christmas!

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  2. It never occurred to me that turkey in a condo might be a problem!

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  3. As a freezer-less guy myself, I am asking if you have room for one in your storage area. We do keep some stuff in a cooler in the garage at this time of year. It helps a bit. The turkey is in Thesha's freezer, and she will cook it. Yay!

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  4. Just stopping by to say hello and wish you a warm and wonderful Christmas.
    We might go up to the farm next week, but let's get together for a glass of wine and a chat early in the New Year when things slow down. It's long past time for a visit.

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  5. Enjoyed your post about the turkey but when I went to the 2006 link about 3 turkeys, I was howling. I long ago cooked a turkey in one of those bag thingies and it exploded. Our turkey was in tiny pieces and we did have company. Ah, but those are the holidays we remember.

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