I went to meat market to buy a turkey for Thanksgiving. I wanted a fresh Amish turkey.
I ran into the market 3 minutes before it closed at 6:30 pm. I knew they had fresh turkeys because a friend told me to get off my rump and buy one before they were all gone.
The meat market guy was very helpful and he managed to locate an 18 pound turkey. As he wrapped it up, I said "Hey! How long has that thing been thawing?"
He looked at me a bit strange. "It's fresh. Never frozen." Oh duh. "Yes, ma'am."
My poultry folly reminded me of a story told by my very first boss, Doris. Doris was one fierce lady, but that's a story for another day. Anyway, when Doris was first married she went to the butcher to buy a chicken. She asked the butcher to chop it apart (there's a name for that I'm sure, so that she had parts and not the whole chicken. )
As she watched the butcher work, she snorted "Hey, you shorted me some legs!"
"What?" he replied, amused.
Doris persisted. "I may be young, but I know that I'm supposed to have 4 legs on that chicken and you only gave me two. You're crooked!"
The butcher looked at her from behind the counter and started to laugh. It was then that Doris realized that chickens have only two legs.
I wonder if the chicken was fresh, never frozen?