My mother rocks.
Today I tried to find a free range turkey in town, and they had a handful at the bottom of the freezer at our tiny organic market, but they were all reserved. With no spares lying about.
My mother spent her afternoon fulfilling my request: calling around, running about (her) town on a wild goose chase, so to speak, several grocery stores, and fifty seven dollars poorer, she found a better treated turkey for a dinner she won't even be able to attend. (Our parents' dog, Madison, is extremely sick, and when Ryan and I stop in town to pick up my father on the way to my grandmother's house, this might be our last time seeing the twelve year old collie/lab/golden/husky mix. Kenneling her for the weekend just isn't an option any more.)
Maybe next year I'll convince Ryan we should raise our own turkey. After all, I somehow got worms in the house.
Thanks, Mom.
2 comments:
Girl, what are you doing waiting until the Monday before Thanksgiving trying to find a bird? And an 'good' bird, no less?
Yes, your mother rocks.
i meant to tell you that some of my friends in New York started doing the worm things when I was still living there. it's very popular for city living, when trash is difficult to deal with. I had forgotten until you started posting about it.
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