Turkey necks look amusingly phallic-like (see photo). However, they smell like ASS if you try to fry them up on the stove to feed to the cats. It smelled so bad we had to throw it over the back fence for the raccoons to scavenge.
Sadly, this is the only photo I have to commemorate this year’s Turkey Day. Mike and I aren’t too sentimental. In fact, our mockery of tradition would probably offend most people. This is why we spend the holidays alone; we tend to horrify our hosts.
My coworkers were aghast that I cooked an entire Thanksgiving feast for two people, but you’d be amazed at how much damage 2 people and 4 cats can do to a 12-pound turkey. We have less than half of the bird left. Mike is busy devouring the cheesecake. The stuffing, mashed potatoes, asparagus, and rolls are gone. I should probably just throw away the leftover sweet potatoes. They came prepared in a $1.50 can, so no great loss there.
If you think our Thanksgiving photo is crude, just wait till Christmas. We have a home-grown tradition of sending thank-you cards with photos of the presents in use. We got a Bathroom Reader book last year. Imagine the possibilities…