I thought this week that I might note on the blog that I nearly hit a turkey while driving home from work. Yes, roadkill could have been our Thanksgiving feast.
A rafter of wild turkeys flew in front of the car, blinding me for a short instant.
Little did I know that poultry would blind our family once again this week.
Tonight, while frying chicken on the stove, I added a bit of water to the sizzling hot pan. Looking back a poor cooking choice.
Smoke suddenly rolled and billowed, seemingly direct from my hand itself. Sizzling. Billowing.
Abby’s eyes the size of baseballs; amazement. A science experiment for dinner.
Her immediate reaction, “I can’t see you Mommy” (good humor for a 3-year-old!).
We laughed as washcloths were used to waft away the evidence…and prevent the smoke detector’s shriek.
Blinded by the chicken, but a good dinner none the less.
julieabbymac 