Tan and smooth. Covered lightly in a thin sheen of melted butter; belly stuffed with sauteed onions, celery, shallots, and finely minced fresh thyme, this is no fowl impostor. Dusted lightly with sage and poultry seasoning, her musky fragrance tickles the nostrils and promises more to come. Much More.Those beautiful brown legs and delicate creamy breast provoke lust and desire in all who happen to sneak a peak at the lovely hen. She is no common lady this one; fed the finest food and water, given free reign to strut and stretch, she is one saucy bird. The kind of young thing you used to hear your Mother and Grandmother whisper about on Thanksgiving Eve as they baked egg cornbread, boiled turkey hearts, tails, and giblets making ready for the just thick enough gravy to lathe on the savory cornbread dressing. The thought of the moist tender meat in your mouth makes you a little stir crazy as you ask the question for the fourth time, “Is the turkey ready yet?” You know those tasty legs are going to cause a fight. But you don’t care, you’re a breast man! And you have a panoramic vision of the future. Thick sandwiches oozing with mayo and real homemade cranberry sauce, lettuce and tomato, and chunks of leftover turkey sticking out from the edges of the bread. You can feel the heft of it in your hands and taste the tartness on your tongue. Oh My God. IS THE TURKEY READY YET!
