This morning, on my way to work, I passed a sign outside a BBQ joint that read "pulled turkey". Pulled pork I've heard of. Pulled turkey? This is new. These thoughts then, obviously, led to me thinking about how hard it would be to actually BBQ a turkey. They're big. Really big. They're kinda hollow after being prepped and I'm no expert, but I think that might make heat conduction difficult. But then, I thought to myself, people BBQ chicken all the time. They just cut it up into BBQ sized pieces. But chickens are much smaller and they seem more compact - meat-wise. A turkey seems larger and flakier than a chicken. How big is a chicken vs. a turkey?
Now, while all this ridiculously idle brain chatter was taking place, I had turned into Forest Park and was getting ready to enjoy the scenery when what to my wondering eyes should appear to my left, but a wild turkey pecking the grass. A real live wild turkey. Maybe this is lost on you, but I thought this was the most magical thing that could ever take place. I'm thinking about the size of turkeys and voila. There's a turkey.
I thought long and hard on other things throughout the day, but nothing else magically appeared.
Maybe I'm trying too hard.
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You are the fanciest bar-be-quer I've ever encountered! Go on with your grill self!
I, being a vegetarian, will not be using your tips, but I will be passing them on to my brother who's housewarming present was his very own grill. He's a chicken maniac.
Thanks, dolly!
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