Spent the morning at the Catholic Charities Mission picking turkeys, a lot of turkeys. Upon attacking the first half, I thought to myself that this would be a difficult mission--a vegetarian resisting the deliciousness of this golden bird. If you've ever done this kind of work, you will not be surprised that by the end I had (once again) sworn off poultry forever. Do they have a 12-step program in a chocolate factory? Finally, after a surprise one-last-pan of arms and legs, I called it a day. Told the nice lady she was on her own with the necks. And (yay!) they invited me back tomorrow to wash dishes.
If you are wondering why I go on and on (and on) about the wonderfulness of the heated seat and back cushion in my car, this is it. After standing for four hours and working at a counter which is just a bit low for my towering frame, my back was SORE! A seat-heated drive around town afterwards to run errands was just what the doctor ordered. So the moral of this story could be: I just volunteer to justify the amenities of my privileged life.
Anyhoo, here's my bird...and fellow volunteers Janna and Whitney. I'm guessing we picked twelve birds.