How ya doin'?
Anyway, last Christmas, my uncle presented us a baked turkey which he bragged of preparing it himself. A whole huge turkey. Straight from the oven, with the gravy and stuffing and everything. Too bad none of us were turkey fans, being more of a duck and chicken persons, so we served those to guests. It was nice, but the tediousness and the thickness of the meat kind of put us off. Besides, none of us had carving skill and no carving knife to match, and therefore we treated what could have been a very country-style western Christmas ever in many many years, with the same respect we treated a grilled chicken or duck. Flat out on the chopping block with a butcher's chopping knife and all. Totally artless. Completely without style. Not that we complained. It was fun watching my brother wrestled with the huge meaty chest and thighs.
Kinda reminded me of J-Lo.
Hey, Christmas spirit and all, right? The guests liked it, and thought it was fancy, and very European liked... but we knew better. :-) To give is better to receive. Thank you Uncle.
The point is... We finished the turkey on the first day of Christmas! Yeay.
Wrapped up with a love note.