(The turkey was free, and I won't have to cook again for a long, long time.)
And it strikes me that a big turkey looks an awful lot like the headless body of a small child.... at least, when you pick it up by the wings and waltz it around the kitchen, singing Blondie, it does.
I don't understand why people think I'm strange. Hell, I'm just thrilled they had herbes de Provence at the grocery store. (They also had Krakus Polish ham, which is a rare and wondrous find on the Left Coast. I am a happy Bear.)