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Friday, November 25, 2005


Eating fried turkey on Thanksgiving is a lot like going out and getting really drunk, in that there is hell to pay the next day.

Today, instead of a hangover, I have to clean the turkey fryer. Boy, it sure tasted good yesterday, but now I have to pay the piper. It's soaking now.

What a production. Getting rid of the oil. Taking it apart. Cleaning it. Soaking it. Cleaning it again...

And there is no way not to get a lot of oil on you during the process. At least there isn't for me. I don't do it gracefully.

It is the singularly most unpleasant task I have to perform on a regular basis. Regular being once or twice a year.

Hmm...that being the case, I guess I'm doing okay.


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