Every Tuesday before Thanksgiving, after the office meeting and brokers' tour, I head out Colesville Road to Fulton Maryland to Maple Lawn Farm to get my turkey.
The birds lucky enough to grow up at Maple Lawn lead pretty good lives. Their avian condo units are quite spacious. They get to scratch around the ground looking for worms. and the food (other than the worms) is pretty good, too.
But not that wonderful. These guys appear to be the sole survivors of a recent massacre.
And I walked out with a 20 pound bird who, until just hours before, was alive and clucking. Talk about fresh!
So on Thursday, in the wee hours of the morning, this bird goes into my oven and hours later I will serve it to my mom, my vegetarian sisters, one of whom will eat it, and a couple of token carnivores who are joining us.