Shaina and I were reminiscing about some Thanksgiving memories and I thought I'd share one of our funniest moments from Thanksgiving together.
It was our first Thanksgiving married.
It was like the week before Thanksgiving or something like that and Shaina's workplace gave out turkeys to all its employees. We had plans with the fam for Thanksgiving day, so this turkey was to be our own treat.
Neither of us had ever done anything with turkey other than put it on our plate and eat it. So, there we stood in our hallway...(a.k.a. our kitchen) in our first little apartment.
Step one. Pry our not so feathered friend's legs apart. I don't know if it was that our turkey was partially frozen still or was a particularly modest turkey, but Shaina couldn't get those legs pried open. So, in comes me in all my masculine glory. After several attempts of prying this Herculean bird of war's legs apart with my bare hands and miscellaneous kitchen gadgets, I grabbed a screwdriver and a hammer. Finally, the direct descendant of the pteradactyl fell victim to my Peyton Hillisesque biceps (Its my story.) We had access to the inward parts.
Step two. Reach inside defeated poultry and pull out "the bag". We didn't exactly know what "the bag" was, where it was located or how to remove it. We just knew it was in there and was to be removed. After phone calls to both our moms, I courageously reached in and grasped for this treasure bag of goodies. I found the treasure and excitedly attempted to pull my arm out of the bird's nether-regions. In my excitedness, the bag caught on something inside the turkey. Without contemplating the sturdiness of the bag I was pulling on or considering the sharpness of the object I was pulling against, I pulled harder. Suddenly the resistance stopped and with a surprising amount of force my hand and the sought-after bag came out of the turkey...only the bag was torn. By the time I had stopped the momentum of my arm and the shredded bag, the contents of the bag continued moving and when the dust settled, there on the kitchen/hallway wall behind us, splatted and oozed downward six inches by earth's gravitational pull, stuck the turkey's heart. Other organs landed on the floor...but the heart stayed plastered at eye level on the wall of our kitchen.
Step Three. Clean up the bird organs.
Step Four. Place in oven, cook and enjoy.
I find myself more aware of gratitude and thankfulness these days.
Thankful for the cross. Thankful for our family. Thankful for you all and the support you've graced us with. Thankful for one more day with Chaia.
Gratitude is a holy attitude.
In 5 Words...what are you thankful for?
THANKFUL FOR LIFE AND JOY.