There are multiple legends surrounding a certain relative of mine and her sidekick, Der. Truth be told, it may be that said relative traveled with a coterie of teen-age girlfriends and the stories could be attributed to many different ones. But in my blurry aunt recollection, they all involve Der. The best and most often cited one has to do with learning about The Reformation in history class. "How could he possibly have nailed all those feces to the door of the church?" the poor girl wondered.
Today's story involves the first time Der -- or possibly my relative -- cooked a turkey. She made her stuffing according to the family recipe. She had thawed the turkey the right way. She peeled off the wrapper and approached the bird, finding the package of giblets in the neck cavity, right where they should be, and set them aside as instructed. She untangled that band of skin that keeps the bird's ankles crossed and demure. Summoning all her courage, she reached inside . . .
. . . and encountered an immense, sinuous body part and screamed.
"I never knew a turkey had such a big penis," was the explanation.