Sunday, November 16, 2008

Turkey road kill

Today I was going to take the kids on a cultural enrichment field trip to a turkey shoot. No, we were not going to shoot any turkeys. I was explaining to my wife what a turkey shoot is. “You pay a few dollars and you shoot 1 time with a shotgun at a piece of paper with a cross on it…” Wife interrupts: “So, it’s a religious thing?” (Grin) Me: “No, you shoot at the piece of paper with the cross (+) and the person in the round with the closest pellet hole to the cross (+) wins a store bought frozen turkey.”

The closest turkey shoot that I know of is a 40 minute drive and it was getting close to mid day. Instead, we stopped by a sport club that was closer, but they were not having a shoot. So we went about the rest of the errands we had planed.

About 1/8 of a mile from the house, I see some feathers in a pile of leaves on the side of the road. At first I just saw brown and thought it was a pheasant. But when I walked back to the bird I saw it was a turkey that had been hit. You put it out there and the universe will provide. It may not always look the way you expect it to, so be very clear about what you want.

In all seriousness, this morning I was thinking about doing a blog about manifestation, specifically, my wife manifesting a snake for our son, and the associated rodent spawning activity. The snake manifestation blog and companion video will have to wait.

I walk up to my wife’s painting studio to tell her about the turkey and tell her that I will probably just cut the breast out. She says “NOOOO, I want the dark meat!” My wife is a born again carnivore. (It happened during her first pregnancy.) You see, I am a breast man. Sharon goes over to the dark side of the bird, which leaves me with lots of white meat when we cook store bought birds. I told her she had to clean it if she wanted more then the breast.

She asks “what do I do?” I say go to the collective omniscient one; “you tube”. She goes to you tube and looks up a video on cleaning wild turkeys by Jonah of Str8eningTheCurves
My 10 year old daughter watches about a minute of the video and runs downstairs and outside to start plucking the turkey. A little of the skin is abraded off toward the rear of the breast but it does not look too bad. I sharpen up our boning knife and Sharon goes to work.

Twenty minutes later, it was in the cast iron Dutch oven with onion and garlic and some spices. The crop was full of corn, grass and autumn olive fruit. I hope the corn was not a GMO produced by the evil empire. The M word. The organization that must not be named.

I did not take any photos of the bird.
If you want to see it, go to you tube.