Seattle adventures, life, home, and coffee—in no particular order
That pretty much sums it up.
Real-time update: The gobbler has migrated from the front porch to the fridge, where all good turkeys belong.
And, the story: Adam, being the manly hunter-type that he is, killed this turkey. He brought it home, threw it in MY cooler, and left it on the front porch. He was very proud, so I humored him when he wanted me to ‘come look!’ Guess what? Dead, semi-featherless turkeys are disgusting. Especially when you accidentally catch a glimpse of their shotgun shell-addled heads. Gross!
But we found some tasty soundin’ wild turkey recipes online (which obviously call for Wild Turkey bourbon), and Adam spent yesterday afternoon de-feathering (?!?) the bird, so hopefully we’ll have a delicious tom for dinner tomorrow.
Regardless, coolers full of dead animal should NOT be left on the front porch. Again, gross!
Obligatory dead turkey photos included, per Adam’s request. Also, your daily dose of dog.