What is one to do with all of the extra turducken? Why make a sandwich, of course. The first attempt I made was with a heated version. In the process, it was too messy to hold by hand, so I knifed and forked it within a microwavable storage container.
The last few years I have made a turducken for Thanksgiving. It has come out fine, but I thought buying a premade one was cheating. Honestly, I didn’t know I could make one on my own and have it come out even remotely edible. You can see from the image above, it came out beautifully, but how did it taste? Keep reading, and you’ll find out. Continue reading “Turducken (Part one of three)”
The story you are about to read will make no sense. As how would it be possible to tell this story, if these circumstances were true. I cannot in earnest tell you the why that I am able to relay, only the facts in the manner in which they transpired. Continue reading “A Cautionary Tale: Just Desserts”
**Note, this was written in the early 90s. Technology was different then. It was pre-casual internet use. Also, a modern term replaced something that was bugging me at the time it was written. That term was not in general use at the time.
My father once told me that change will occur when you least expect it. I feel the winds of change blowing. Does that mean that nothing will happen?
-excerpt from Curtis Tyre’s journal [September 4th]
There is nothing in this world constant, but inconsistency.
-Jonathan Swift: A Critical Essay upon the Faculties of the Mind 
A long time ago, when the world was just a bit younger than it is now, there lived a pair of squirrels. Rhea, the older of the two, was a grey, fluffy, flying squirrel. Rocky, the younger, was also grey, but more in species than in color, as his fur, unlike Rhea’s, had a black streak down his back. Unlike Rhea, Rocky could not glide, let alone fly. Continue reading “A Cautionary Tale: Sometimes the Truth Hurts”