Today I made a turkey. This involved thawing, rinsing, throwing into Dutch oven, and baking. Really, making a turkey is way easier than I ever thought. When I cut into it and was eating I dealt with the following watchful, hopeful eyes:
“can’t you tell I’m starving to DEATH food lady? Look at Doodle for goodness sake! He was abused before you got him, ya know? We need turkey to soldier on.”
I finished my meal and began work on puppy-food. Herbert, despite his obvious starvation, managed to drag himself into the kitchen to lay on the floor in the hope of a spare morsel of deliciousness.
The poor little bastard can barely hold his head up.
The rice and turkey are cooking for you little Herbert. Stay strong!