We have two of those big pots and two
outdoor propane flame machines. The kind
you can also use to boil crawfish or shrimp or crabs in. Probably around next Tuesday I’ll be pulling
those out of the shed and firing them up about six in the morning, and they
will keep on going most, if not all, of the day. Last year we ended up frying eight or ten of
the birds. Our family gathering usually
accounts for two of them. We give some
of the others away, but we also freeze some.
They are great to use all year round for turkey and dumplings or turkey
pot pie or turkey/shrimp gumbo or turkey sandwiches. It ends up being a great use of
resources.
And speaking of resources, that brings us
back to the WalMart run. They had
Butterball turkeys for 98 cents a pound.
Anything under a dollar a pound is fair game according to Chris, so I
picked up three. We already have one, so
that means we still need to get at least six or eight more. I would really like to take some to the
firehouses if we can this year, but that would mean six turkeys just for
them. Not that they are not worth it,
but we’ll just have to check the budget.
And the time schedule. It takes
about an hour for each turkey. We have
the two fryers, so six turkeys means an extra three hours of coming time. It’s doable.
We’ll see …
The checker at WalMart made a comment about
the three I had in my basket. She said,
“Someone must be planning on a really big Thanksgiving.” I explained about our frying plans and our
hope to give some away. She then got
really excited. She told me all about
her church’s plans for feeding the homeless next week. I let her know that I appreciated their
ministry, and then I encouraged her because she was going to church in the first
place. By that time she was
beaming. The words kept bubbling out of
her mouth, and her final comment was, “I have to go to church. I have to have my Lord. Life wasn’t worth living without it or him.” When she finally took a breath, I handed over
my coupons and thanked her for being so open about her faith. At that point I noticed the lad in line
behind us. She was smiling broadly as
well, and nodded vigorously in agreement, with tears in her eyes. I wanted to stick around and find out her
story, but decided to leave her in the hands of the Jesus-loving checker. She’ll be fine.
Psalms 119:24 says, “Your statutes are my delight; they are my counselors.”
Father, thank you for the encouragement
that comes just from being kind and talking about your love. Amen.
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