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matt_doyleSo. Megan and I bought an eleven-pound turkey today. We didn't mean to. We'd found a nice five-pound turkey breast for a little under eight bucks. That was about the right size for a meal, plus a weekend of sandwiches (the best part of thanksgiving is cold, salty turkey sandwiches with mayo on rich wheat bread).
Then, next door to our chosen bird, we saw a bin of turkeys for $0.64 a pound. After a lot of frantic rummaging, yelling at each other ("Do you see anything smaller? LOOK! Over there! Only fourteen pounds!"), we finally located an eleven-pound bird that cost us less than our five-pounder. Feeling the triumphant glee of shoppers who have secured a bargain, we purchased it.
Eventually we are going to have tyo figure out what to DO with it.
Please. Come visit us for Thanksgiving. I implore you.
No, that is really NOT a humorous tag line. If you are going to be in town Thanksgiving, COME DINE WITH US.
Then, next door to our chosen bird, we saw a bin of turkeys for $0.64 a pound. After a lot of frantic rummaging, yelling at each other ("Do you see anything smaller? LOOK! Over there! Only fourteen pounds!"), we finally located an eleven-pound bird that cost us less than our five-pounder. Feeling the triumphant glee of shoppers who have secured a bargain, we purchased it.
Eventually we are going to have tyo figure out what to DO with it.
Please. Come visit us for Thanksgiving. I implore you.
No, that is really NOT a humorous tag line. If you are going to be in town Thanksgiving, COME DINE WITH US.
