Every so often my mind bugs the h&ll out of me about "things." This morning I was sitting in my chair thinking about the upcoming turkey preparation tomorrow. I was thinking of how I could somehow lift the turkey and stuffing up a couple of inches so the grease and juices would gather in the bottom rather than saturating everything. I do this every time I make turkey and stuffing. When my reasoning finally returns I remind myself that my family would NOT be happy if I succeeded in doing this. After I remove the turkey from the pan and most of the dressing, I use a basting bulb to get as much juice/grease out as I can. Then I lift the pan and drain the rest. Those that are standing around waiting then attack the pan, chip out that crusty stuffing around the edged and then pick at the soggy stuff in the bottom. It looks like a flock of vultures around a carcass I don't know why my mind wants to go through this exercise every time there's a turkey to be cooked. Does your mind do this type of thing to you?
Don't wait too long to tell someone you love them.
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