Last Monday was Thanksgiving Day, but we're celebrating the holiday almost a week late. This morning my wife and I picked up our turkey from the Oegema Turkey Farm on highway 4 just north of Talbotville. My wife insists on a fresh, never frozen, bird.
This isn't the best idea. Fresh birds, unlike frozen, can be bruised in shipping. Oegema raises the turkeys right there. Place your order by phone and the bird is waiting for you. It's perfect . . . well, almost. After my wife has roasted it, it's perfect.
See what is in the works on Digital Journal. This should link to some images taken yesterday in London.