The prepping of the feast
Last night, my neighbor could smell my other neighbor’s stuffing in the oven, and could see the neighbor besides her chopping the broccoli for the salad, and they called up to her that they could smell the bourbon pecan pies cooking and were salivating. Meanwhile, the deep fryer and 3 gallon peanut oil was taken to the driveway to prep for the next day’s cooking.
This morning, in Tad Gormley stadium we got our number for the Turkey Race and then it was on your marks, get set, goooooooo.