Coming home from the Royal Oak’s Farmers’ Market along about 9:30 yesterday morning, the lovely lady I live with was overheard to say: “Let’s see, we’ve got brussels sprouts, new potatoes, sweet potatoes, green beans for the casserole, shrimp for the appetizer….Becky said she would bring the dessert….I’ve got everything but the turkey. Unless, that is, you want me to get a ham.” Which I don’t. Although I’ll concede that a ham might be easier than a turkey. I don’t really think Kris wants a ham. And I know Julie doesn’t want a ham. So I guess I’ll have to go out to the woods this afternoon and “bag” us a turkey.