My turkeys have lost their way to the polling booth. They have been done to death, plucked, gutted, trussed, packed and frozen. Forty minutes or there abouts to pluck a turkey, compared to two hours for a goose. The four of them weigh a smidgen under 11lbs to nearly 12.5 lbs, fully dressed, or as seems to make more sense, without their clothes, feet, head and unwanted innards but with their giblets. So what with my summer peas blanched and bagged and nestling in the deep freeze and the meat element sorted, I should be able to put my feet up until the 25th December...only there's no time left in the diary for buying presents, writing cards or restocking the meagre booze cupboard.
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Are you sure the one on the left is a turkey and not Katie Price (aka Jordan)after a boozy session in an exclusive London club..."I didn't say I wanted to be PLucked goddamit!"
Remind me not to aks for the vote!
A real turkey all trussed and done up by yourself? I'm agog with admiration.
Came here from Menopausal Old Bag and was roaring with laughter over your comments on her Egypt visit. Of course, that made me HAVE to visit you. So hello from California!
YP - it was a stag, so he just has luscious man boobs
SS - yup - you never know where it might land you
Robynn - how nice of you to comeall this way! California to Devon must be, ooh, a mile or two?
This is too bucolic for me.
I'm off to buy a turkey wrapped in bacon from M&S, along with some chocolates and socks.
We can't all do farm gate you know.
Garfer - I'm sure you could raise one in a window box....
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