You won’t find me knocking around frozen turkeys by the Butterball display this year. That’s because we’re ordering from our CSA, so there’s a turkey with my name on it still pecking around somewhere in the southern Ohio dirt.
I got to worrying about that turkey. Not about its impending death, but rather, “Did I order a big enough bird?” I asked the P-Dawg if he was sure we’d have enough turkey meat for each person at the table, he said yes.
According to my husband’s calculations, here is how the turkey rations break down:
Adults – 2 pounds each
Kids – 1/2 pound each
Rima – 1 pound of turkey
I have my own special category. “Kid and a Half.”
Well, I immediately turned around and posted this all over Facebook. I was hoping for some righteous indignation in the comments, but what I got instead was a lot of “Bwahahaha LOL that’s hilarious!” instead.
I guess I know now who my friends are.
When I told the P-Dawg that I had aired my grievance, he took offense.
“That’s not entirely accurate,” he answered, “I never said you weren’t an adult.”
“It’s not that I really want it, P-Dawg,” I explained to my husband. “It’s just that I’d like to be given the opportunity, if I so desired, to eat two pounds of turkey meat.”
“I guarantee you won’t leave hungry.”
“Well. I’m not sitting at the kids’ table, I’ll tell you that much.”
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