Yabba Dabba Doo!

Sunday Derrick and I went shopping. As we stood in the usual long, stressed out line (we were the 11th cart), something caught Derrick's eye. In the warmer, where the rotisserie chickens are usually displayed, were packs of turkey legs. Easy, different, cheap. Why not? We picked up a pack and looked forward to dinner the next night... See "before" photo to the left.

I apologize if you're reading this in the morning. Or if you just ate. Or if thinking about that leg of meat hurts your tummy. It should.

Derrick and I had a dinner that would make Fred Flintstone proud. We did use a knife and fork (for the most part) and it was yummy. Or the first two thirds was yummy. After that I think you're in a meat-induced haze.

The turkey was good, but I felt so heavy afterward that I went back to the gym to read a magazine on the bike. My body just had to move. These are the same turkey legs they sell at Memphis and May and the Fair. BEWARE. How could you eat that thing while you walk around? Without a roll of paper towels? In public?

I think I even dreamed about that turkey leg. I'm serious. And not a good dream. Probably the last time I'll have a heat lamp display impulse buy. But it was good while it lasted. See "after".

- Wilma