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In a moment of snap decision, and with the cost of a bit of deferred rest (otherwise already well deserved) Big Tom went to freezer camp last night. In our haste we neglected to weigh him, but I have little doubt he met my 50+ lbs. expectation.
It strikes me that "Big Tom Went to Freezer Camp" sounds like the title of a children's book. While processing poultry is a topic which would be considered by many to be a little macabre for today's children it might be all the more needed for that fact. Maybe I'll find time to write it. There you go, I dibs'd that book idea here first, folks.
No strangers to home processing of poultry I still think this amounted to several firsts for Mrs. Farmer and I: getting started after 9 p.m. it was quite dark for one, deciding it was time to get the job done within an hour of actually doing so was another, processing and piecing out a turkey a full 9 months after his original slated "date with destiny" marks a third.
Not meaning to put it off for so long in the first place was a significant bit of the decision making once we started discussing it.
Given time I would probably come up with other novel bits from tonight's activities, but I am spent, and tired, and my goal to get this post written and scheduled to post on time rather than scrambling to put something together in the morning has only extended my eventual rest that much farther into the night. I apologize for the short post, the lack of quality photos, and for the lack of the usual Wednesday P.P.P.P. report. If time allows I will attempt to have it ready for your enjoyment tomorrow but if not tomorrow it will be forthcoming, and soon.
Thanks for stopping by.
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