Suffice to say, when you get a group of techies together in Seattle for an unlikely event, it will be a well documented endeavor. As for my part, between sipping Wild Turkey to calm my nerves and hopping between tables lending a hand where I could, I didn’t get many good pictures.
The experience Saturday at Ebey Farm and Bruce’s knowledge was invaluable. While we lost a few livers due to puncturing the spleen and the skins on some were broken due to either too much hot water or the blow torch, they transitioned straightforwardly.
The experience was amazingly moving and one that I would gladly do again. The butchering is, of course, a somber but determined moment and the hard work required to make the turkey ready for the kitchen was made delightful by the assembled group. It was one of the most “neighborly” experiences I’ve ever had.
A very large and and warm-hearted THANK YOU to our wacky Capitol Hill friends who grew these turkeys and everyone who was there.
This post is dedicated to the memory of New Tiny