Incognito Turkey

It’s that time of year again. Turkeys all around us are starting to get a little bit nervous. They’re pacing around their coop, unless they’re free range, of course, with their waddles just a flapping, biting their knuckles knobby, scaly, long and creepy feet, hoping and praying they won’t find themselves the featured attraction on some ungrateful family’s dinner table this Thanksgiving.

In celebration of the brave (and delicious) turkey, the ones that sacrifice their lives so that we can eat a hearty, enjoyable dinner, Caroline’s class has been given the task of creating a disguise for a turkey, in hopes that they might save a few fowl friends from their impending November doom.

I think she did a good job.

Who could possibly mistake this hoodie wearing, Sheriff’s badge sporting, scarf adorned, pink bespectacled creature for a turkey?

Surely not I.

I must confess that I made the scarf; I we figured that a scarf would be the best way to disguise the gnarly waddle. Am I alone in thinking that turkeys are really UGLY animals? There just really isn’t anything attractive about them; unless, of course, it’s piled high between two slices or bread or served doused in gravy alongside a mound of mashed potatoes and stuffing.

Mmm, I’m hungry for some Thanksgiving dinner.

It’s been a busy day, although I’m not sure that I really accomplished anything. I still have a basket full of clean clothes at the top of the stairs waiting to be put away AND a dryer full of clean towels that need to be folded.

I volunteered at the school, ate lunch with the kids, remembered to feed my neighbor’s cat (and fish!) and then I think I spent most of my day in the kitchen. One of Craig’s co workers is leaving, so in honor of her last day, I’m making a pumpkin cake with caramel cream cheese frosting, garnished with glazed pecans. It’s been quite a labor intensive cake.

Eh, that’s ok. I’ve got nothing else of note going on in my life.

I did, however, earn $10 for the pan of butterscotch cashew bars I made for Craig’s co-worker. There is nothing like a little extra money to illicit a happy response in me. The ingredients cost around $8, so I technically only made $2, but that’s $2 more than I’ve made in a very long time. Somehow I’m quite sure that Caroline will manage a way to usurp my earnings some way or another. She’s pretty good at that.

And now I know how my dad felt when I was growing up.

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2 responses

  1. I know. A few years ago I bought four bowls at Target on clearance for .98 a piece. I broke one a year or so ago and watched another crash to it's death last night. It was in slow motion and very traumatic.Sniff. Sniff.Maybe Target will have different bowls on clearance and I can use my $2 to buy more.

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