Finally, a good meal from my own kitchen.

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The kitchen isn't in the kind of shape I would trust to cook for others, at the moment, how I actually usually keep it.  But it is quite good enough for my own dinner.  With the turkey thawed, I set about roasting the thing.  While not a great fan of fowl on their own, I do appreciate how others use them, and occasionally as a meal.  There are some exceptions, including turkey, duck, and goose.  Why?  I can't say.  Even so if all I had was a chicken in the freezer that would have been roasting.  But turkey has that feel of family life, tradition, to it.  I can't remember a thanksgiving, growing up, when turkey was not the headliner.  The breast meat will be tolerated, but the rest will be gobbled up with absolute relish.  I am not baking potatoes with it, or making gravy right after roasting.  I didn't make a stuffing.  This will be an all meat meal, until my eyes cross.  Then I might make mashed potatoes and gravy.  I will be setting aside the drippings, for a day or two, just in case.  Meh, allows the fat to collect on the surface to be removed easier anyway.  If too, I leave a 'healthier' portion of the fat in the turkey juice jello...  Fat free just isn't how I fly.  Actually, I think it IS healthier to have more natural fats.

It has been roasting for an hour.  My stomach is doing flips waiting to be fed.  The odor has delicious written on it, and not in invisible ink.  I suspect I will start with a leg.  If that doesn't quite do it I'll add a wing.  My stomach suggests "we" just invite the turkey in and debate the matter whole.  My mind suggest that "we" will be lucky to get through a drumstick.  I suspect my mind is much closer to right than my stomach.  But bless my stomach for... the audacity!  It can look a steer over and suggest a beef roast, whole, on the rare side.  The rest of us know better.  It is good for the funny bone and some other things to have that exuberance, or child-like nature, or whatever you want to call it, still in play.

On another subject, there is a myth still floating around that ought to be put in it's place.  I had heard the myth, but without cracking the numbers it seemed impossible to me, even in my early teens.  It turns out I was correct.  Someone did crack the numbers.  The myth is that Henry Ford paid his workers double the typical rate in his day, after generally paying a little less to begin with, in order to create a larger base of buyers for his vehicles.  I am not sure if this myth is some kind of swipe at capitalism, some snippet that socialism works, or... what.  Simply though, the myth it is patently false.  Ford merely realized that employee turn-around at his plant was costing him a great deal of product, simply because it wasn't being produced, produced well, or produced in a timely fashion, thus lowering profits.  He believed raising wages and then being an absolute freak about who was hired and maintained in his employ would allow him greater financial success.  The bet, if such men actually make bets, paid off.

Hmm, later.  Oh, I bet I'll be ready for a nap after dinner.  No, not because of tryptophan either.  The dose is too small, another myth.  Just having a large meal... that is what does it.  I don't get to feast often so I don't mind.

Later, perhaps much later.