We long for it. Anticipation. Find just the right one to fill our need. It may be a bit younger, more tender, more pricy than we would normally buy into, but we are worth it. For unspeakable validation of that alone, it is our purchase. We take the time to prepare it. Make sure it's given just the right attention to attract the praise of guests. The attention from guests we outwardly protest yet secretly relish. It's just a bird though..we will not place outward attention to it. There are many birds. Heck it's just a turkey after all. Yet this bird must be secretly adored for it is mine. It's but a trophy to my ego yet I will let any one know it's value to me and my innermost expectations...therefore I will not be vulnerable. I will not place value on any tangeable emotion..no care. Yet, it's prepared for such an outcome of approval; allure.The aroma undeniable. My attention has been on little else but this masterpiece we are secretly adoring. We are meticulous in our efforts to make sure the bird is desirable, appreciated, worthy of admiration from guests of ours. Mouths salivating. All the attention, the seasonings, the continuous nurting to keep the bird moist have been worth it all. The aroma fills the home. We have what everybody wants. The bird a beautiful golden brown. Juices permiate the surface. The surface; the beautiful skin, the breast; it's very best is there; it's mine. With each cut I am taking I am pleased...desires and wants reinforced with each bite. But now, the turkey more difficult to find the best cut...messes getting worse...the work now to pick it apart; the greasy carcuss of fat and grease. Bringing out the tender meat, now seeming more difficult and undesrving of my time. My instant gratification gone. Don't matter anymore. I've had my fill. Let someone else get their fingers greasy. Wishbone? Oh, I didn't care about the wishbone anyway. Oh yes, that which seemed most important in the beginning; the prize to the finder. Yet I've decided I'm done. It's too hard and I will not wait for the wishbone. I do not care. Too much value placed on the wishbone anyway. The bird just need not matter anymore. The wishbone,it's irrelevant now. Why take the chance to get the small end anyway. I won't set myself up for it. Someone else may or may not get it. I'll pretend like I don't care anymore...I push it away. I am filled..the wishbone too difficult to find; to persue it drains me. The work of it; ugh. Nope the turkey I don't care about; I go for pie ala mode! Sugar; sweet beautiful distraction to my first desire. No desire towards the turkey. My sites were always on the sugar; I simply tried to prove that the turkey was the center of it all. Why I invest in things that do not matter to me? Who was the real turkey in the end? Me. Now however, my attention is all on the sweets....it is what fills ME...I no longer need or want to conform to that which is a challenge to prove. Another persons view or ideas about what must be done to create a masterpiece; to get the trophy; the energy too much. Or was it all my need to please to begin with. My ego bigger than it all. I shall focus on what is now importan to me. Give me alittle sugar and I'm good. Someone else can get the turkey!! Gobble....Gobble.....please run my feathered friends!! And yes, someone else can do the dishes; this time I will take the nap..
Nov 24, 2006, 04:56 AM
Nice post.
Who wrote that? Not so sure where all that came from. i am puzzled, i am embarrassed, yet i see it served a purpose sometime in the wee hours of the morning. I guess the focus was on the Turkey? 
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