Sunday morning, my husband and I were preparing to process our last turkey for the year, so we got everything ready. Put the pot of water on to scald, sharpened the cleaver, etc... We walked out the 40 pound beast to the chopping block, and hung her upside down. She didn't relax, even after several minutes upside down so husband proceeded with the kill. When he went to swing the cleaver down, she moved her head and he ended up slicing half the side of his index finger off!!!! So there I was in the front yard with my iPod in my ears at full volume, to avoid hearing the chop and subsequent flapping when he runs up to me holding his mangled finger. I had to get my mother-in-law who knows absolutlely nothing about processing birds to dip, pluck and gut the bird while I took him to the ER. After 3 days of hospitals/doctors/ he had to get a skin graft done yesterday to close up his finger. So, this Christmas we will savor every single bit of that turkey, and he's gonna eat the neck first.
