If I Told You I Bought An Eighty Dollar Turkey, I’d Be Lying
Because I bought a $81.36 turkey. That’s right, folks, I’m an asshole. See, once you take all the anti-biotics and animal by-product diets, and GMOs out of your meat supply, you get what I’d like to refer to as a Retail Raping. The expression “Less is More” is never more true than when you are in the refrigeration section of Whole Foods.
It begs the question: Is $81.36 turkey better? Does it taste better? I’m here to tell you that the answer is yes. Maybe it’s just because I already had the knowledge that the turkey cost exactly the same as all the other items I baked and served combined, but I think it actually did have a fairly significant edge over a Butterball. It didn’t have that grainy taste that I despise about frozen turkeys. And I’m sure my body is writing a thank you note to me right now for treating it so well.
Aspie ate turkey, cranberry, peas and stuffing. Altogether, he probably consumed about 2 ounces of food, but it’s a start. He has huge texture issues and trying new things is something we work on every day. He’s making amazing progress.
Thanksgiving has always been my favorite holiday, but I just haven’t been into it this year. I mean, I even just used my every day plates for dinner and if you know me in real life, you know how seriously “not into the holidays” I’m feeling. The authentic me is ashamed to even show you my every day dishes being on a Thanksgiving day table.
Special K got home early on Wednesday, a day that is typically also a favorite. I love baking pies and prepping for the big meal, but this year my mother did most of it. Special K got home at five, a crisis cropped up at work and he left by 6:30. We live about an hour and 20 minute from his office, so he didn’t get home until 10.
Today, Black Friday, we planned to take the kids to The Enchanted Village, which is a really cool Christmas display that used to be at Jordan Marsh department store in Boston and now is located in a local furniture store. They also have a laser show, amusement rides, Jordan Marsh blueberry muffins and dining room tables. It’s impressive. Special K ended up with two conference calls, a meeting and several hours of work in the office, so none of the fun stuff happened. He worked and I stayed home with the jackals.
I don’t think I’ve ever mentioned K’s vocation. He works for a pharmaceutical company that makes medicines for very small groups of people. For example, if only five people in the world had some serious affliction that could be treated with a medication, K’s company would make that drug. When a crisis arises, K really needs to help fix it; lives literally depend on it. So, I spent part of the day sulking and most of the day realizing that if my kid had some super-rare, drug dependent disease, I’d want some pharma guy to put down the pumpkin pie and get his ass into the office to fix whatever needed fixing.
Tomorrow, I have something special planned for Veruca. It’s kind of a secret but I’ll take pictures and leave you with a hint: tulle.
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November 27th, 2009 at 11:23 pm
You think Special K can come up with something to cure my husband’s cousin’s brain tumor? Two weeks ago we were halfway through the grocery store, stocking up for everything we needed yesterday’s meal when my MIL called and informed us that the hubby’s childhood playmate went to the ENT for sinus problems and ended up diagnosed with a menangioma (sp?). So we literally halted shopping, bought whatever was in the cart and forgot about the rest, and took it to my MIL’s, which is were we ended up having Thanksgiving dinner for the first time since 2003 (which was when I decided we needed our own traditions at home with the kids). I have never in my life been so grateful and thankful for my in-laws before. Hearing news like that puts in all into perspective. I know it sucked having him pulled away last minute like that, but if his job saves one person, from any illness, well to me that’s just Superman.
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November 29th, 2009 at 11:50 am
I would be terrified to cook an $80+ piece of meat!
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November 30th, 2009 at 1:51 pm
Girlfriend. Buy a turkey chick, they must be cheap– a couple of bucks maybe, pop him in the backyard (fenced of course) and feed him fresh grains for a year (fresh feed is very cheap). When his day of death approaches (turkey day of course) give him a little special treat before taking him to a butcher’s shop to be strangled, plucked, and cleaned. I bet that whole escapade would cost you no more than $50 plus you get to raise your own food. Hell, you can even wring his little neck yourself and let the kiddies pull the feathers out. And, no that’s not mean and damaging to a child’s psyche…that’s an agricultural lesson!
$81 and change for a turkey??? I’m not going to knock you because when I read my Butterball label this year I got really pissed to read that 25% of my turkey juices were MAN MADE. But, I couldn’t see shelling out $81 for a turkey unless it was going to feed 40 people. Aww hell, I’m just jealous that I couldn’t afford a $81 fresh, organic turkey this year!!!!
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December 3rd, 2009 at 3:09 pm
I’m jealous, because all that I got to eat was Tofurkey.
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