Oh wait, that's my turkey!
I may have gotten a little carried away this year when I bought my turkey. In my defense, I was in a rush, trying to get home before the bus did. I was at the local HyVee looking at all the frozen turkeys in front of me, trying to find one that wasn't injected with a salt solution so I could brine it. There were a ton of small looking one (to me anyway). I found one that looked to be of a decent size and tossed it in my cart. Sure, the cart shuddered when I dropped it in and listed to the left when I pushed it but eh, I was in a rush.
I got home and couldn't get it in the refrigerator without having to take out one of the shelves. I checked out the tag and was a little shocked - 23 pounds. Whoops. I just went back and checked my blog post from last year and saw that my turkey was *only* 16 pounds. Did I mention it is only the 4 of us for dinner?
While I do not regret the size of the turkey (although than means I need to get up at least an hour earlier on Thanksgiving) I DO regret not cutting the tag off. Not cutting the tag off means I get to listen to someone (everyday, several times a day) mention the size of the bird. Funny thing though, he'll be the first one digging into the leftovers.
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