Turkey

I’ve made a lot of birds in my life but have never been responsible for a full huge turkey. Usually I buy a whole breast and marinate it in a lemongrass seasoning paste, grill it and serve it with cold sesame noodles and a shaved carrot and cucumber salad with a bit of rice wine vinegar. As a matter of fact, that’s the perfect “ladies’ lunch.” Light and delicious.

But I digress. A very cheery woman ran into us – me and the dog – one morning last week and again today. She says “the turkey” is back in a local park (s/he had been hanging out in her neighborhood, more to the north. She says said turkey must have some powerful friends because it’s not in someone’s freezer waiting to be thawed early next week.

I told her we always loved the Greater Sandhill Cranes that nest in Utah, but on this blog I only get questions on how to cook them! 2-3 pairs nest each year on a 1,200 acre preserve. When I get these questions I basically say “don’t hunt in my neighborhood.”

So let’s give a round of applause for our local Tom/Tammy turkey. I think it’s effectively been pardoned.