Putting your neck on the line
>> Friday, June 29, 2012
Dear Mr. or Mrs. Turkey,
I apologize in advance for your fate. First of all because you have spent the last three months in my freezer since I chose not to use you during typical turkey devouring season. Secondly, because you like many things became an experiment today. You see, my bachelor’s degree is in chemistry, and I like to experiment, since I no longer have a lab to do so in and stay home with children and teach. So please forgive me for cooking you in my crock pot, for not knowing how to remove the giblets, or where your neck is stored. Believe me, this is much more traumatic for me than it is for you. I am a recovering vegetarian.
Sincerely,
The Chef
P.S. Please excuse my husband when he carves you. If I have left anything by mistake, it may surprise him and cause his knife to slip unexpectedly.
I want to live with reckless abandon, to show the Lord, that I can live a life fully devoted for Him without regards for the worldly consequences for Him. And, in my thirty-first year on this earth, I seem to be going through a midlife crisis (hope it’s my first). I have teased about a nose-ring, pink hair, and packing a bag and leaving for weeks on end to somewhere tropical.
