Not many days left. Today was perhaps a little disappointing in terms of gift shopping, but more productive with regards to food. To tell the truth, there are not many gifts left to get; but then again the sands of time are rapidly running out. Not much you can do about the sands of time: they have a mind of their own. Unless you can find some slow-running sand somewhere. There is an opportunity waiting to be developed there.
On the plus side, I am now the proud owner of a turkey. I have had them before. The previous one didn't last all that long. This one is safely installed in the fridge, oblivious of the fate that awaits it. Although the jar of cranberry sauce on the top shelf might give it a clue.
I don't mind turkey. Some people seem to be less enthusiastic about it, as if it were just a chicken with delusions of grandeur. But there is something inescapably Christmassy about it, although that may be more to do with the folk wearing paper hats sitting around it, pulling crackers and hiding sprouts under their plates. It's true you can get to eat quite a lot of turkey over the Yuletime period, if you put your mind to it, but it is a versatile ingredient that can enliven so many dishes. I ought to write up a few of my favourites as I go along. Posterity would be all the poorer without them.
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