Tonight was my annual Christmas dinner with my parents, the first that we have enjoyed together since my return from the UK.
Dad has been preparing the turkey for days, making the stuffing on Monday and doing something or other to it yesterday before cooking it today.
It was delicious. But here is my complaint about the staple of all Christmas foods.
It’s pretty tasteless and I know that from here on in, it’s nothing but Turkey sandwiches until New Years. Plus now the whole fridge smells of turkey, so every time I want milk, cheese or a delicious beverage I am hit with a waft of poultry.
But the whole Turkey experience makes my Dad happy. I’ll continue to indulge him.
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