Bob and I having a conversation about the fact that we have never cooked a fresh turkey, always have purchased a frozen one from the grocery store.
Bob says, “we should try a fresh one some time”. To which I responded “I dislike eating a turkey so fresh that its family is still grieving the loss. I prefer that some amount of time has passed and they have quit lighting candles at the church and eating casseroles provided by the neighbours. Makes me feel a bit less guilty when I stuff it with bread bits and onion”