Snippets from My Life: The Reluctant Turkey

A quest for a bit of nosh takes a wrong turn… Image by Author, created in AI One from the archives… So, I innocently wander into the kitchen, wanting a little snack but not really sure what that might entail. I’m not dying of hunger, but I’m at that age when the simple things please me, like shoving food in my mouth when I don’t really need it. (It’s Friday night. 30 years ago I would be at the local disco, sucking down shots like a baby calf. Now? I just want munchies that are not fueled by recreational drugs and won’t wreak havoc on my digestive system.) I bang around in the fridge for a bit, dissatisfied with the first 473 things I encounter, because I have focus issues and there are just too many stacks of mundane crap possibly blocking a jewel of deliciousness. I finally drag out a plastic-domed deli tray left over from our low-key New Year’s Eve celebration. (It was just me, Partner, and the cats, a very-limited guest list based on our lack of planning anything substantial and a…