So Shelley and I went to the grocery store to get a months worth of stuff for our pantry and freezer. I hate to send her out for anything more than apples, bananas, bread, milk. You know the basics that a family runs out of. Besides we always have fun together, but not so much alone.
We were of course getting our goodies for Turkey day. Not that we are doing a very traditional menu What we are having is turkey and corn on the cob cooked on the grill, sweet pea and cheese casserole, sweet potato fries, corn bread dressings with bacon, cranberry and orange salad, Grandma Sue's pumpkin dessert, and chocolate/pecan pie bars. Pumpkin Ale for the adults and mulled apple cider for the kids.
On to the turkeys. We don't have a whole lot of room in our freezer, yay for us, so we were looking for a 10-14 pound number. As we approached the freezer case, I saw two other people looking for just the right bird. I waited until there was only one person left looking before I approached, when out of nowhere swoops three other people who started pitching turkeys like they thought they were trying to make a spare. I don't know about you but having had an experience where a frozen lethal turkey was plopped down on my poor little fingers, I was a little leery to put my hand into the fray. Shelley on the other hand, decided we would be there all day if we didn't get one and check out. Wow, really?????? I said, I didn't mind if we had chicken instead but noooooooooooooooooooooooooooo she could just get one and we would go.
Okay so after this crazed looking woman with really bad hair threw an 18-22 pound number towards Shelley which caused an avalanche of the others she had piled up that were not the winners of her perfect bird quest, Shelley yelped as one of the non winner met with her forearm. The bad haired woman never even skipped a beat in her quest for perfection. That's when I sauntered up to her (bad hair lady) and asked "can I help you find the bird of your dreams before you wound anyone else"? Not laughing or acknowledging anything she said. NO and kept on bowling for turkeys.
I'm telling you, the crazies are out there and then we can home and were glad of it. Put all of our goodies away included a cute little bird and celebrated another successful sortee into the world. Whew, dodged the bullet if not the turkey again.