My mother doesn't like making turkey because it takes forever and leaves no time for anything else. She was always distraught when my brother and I won the local Turkey Trot (this really wasn't much of a feat - few middleschoolers want to run around cornfields and up muddy hills, so those of us who saw the opportunity for food cashed in) because it meant she had a giant turkey foisted upon her. Since they don't give out free turkeys at university, tonight I'm having delicious chicken, drinking champagne, and watching Little Big Man and MIT open lecture matrix algebra. Life is grand.
