Go big or go home is my mom's unspoken motto when it comes to picking out a turkey for Thanksgiving. Up above there is an 18-pounder—modestly sized, according to ma, who has consistently gone for the 20-plus pounder when shopping for her butterball of choice. Mind you, no one would blink an eye were she feeding a small army of 10 or 12 or 16, but for a gathering numbering in the 4 to 6 range, all this flesh can be a bit excessive. Ah well, next year, she promises to pick out a petite bird. Wait and see ... Nevertheless, I gotta say this year's big fat turkey-with-all-the-fixins day was extra-special fab.
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