Fowl Play

Okay, so here is my first post...I would like to sit and write something deeply profound but I have instead decided to write what I shared with people yesterday.

It is nothing of consequence but I hope you'll humor me anyway. I cooked meat in my kitchen last night for the first time in almost 5 months. Why did I do it you ask....because Jason killed a turkey on our family hunting/camping trip to southern Ohio last weekend. (Make note: If taking three little girls into the middle of the woods with only a 5 gallon bucket -affectionately know as the "pee bucket" - bring plenty of extra pants and underwear.)

To be forthright, while impressed with my husband's prowess, it is my 5 year old's response to the eating of the said turkey that I found so worthy of sharing. Following several comments (spanning 3 hours) regarding the aroma of the cooking bird, Keri followed me into the kitchen for what would be the final temperature check. As I pulled out the roaster and peeled back the foil, she looked on with gianormous eyes and with as much gratitude as she could muster squeals, " THANK YOU GOD for wild turkeys!"

While sitting at our feast (organic spring mix salad; mashed organic sweet potatoes with cinnamon, nutmeg, raw agave nectar and some organic vanilla; slightly toasted fresh green beans with mushrooms, onions and garlic) she politely asked for the leg of the fowl - which was probably bigger than hers. Upon receiving the requested portion of meat, she took a huge bite, raised it above her head, leaned toward the opened dining room window and yelled to the street, "I'm... eating... TURKEY!!".