Oh for the days when turkeys were not shot up after their miserable overcrowded deaths.
Oh for the days when the cook would rub her sweaty brow through hours of desperate braising,
Oh for the days when everyone sat around reassuring the braised cook that the turkey really wasn’t awfully dry and, um, could they have a little more gravy.
Oh for the days pre-pre-injected juices.
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