Prime Turkey

A curious thing, seven pounds of primero prime rib materialized in my freezer. Mouth-teasing saliva reached a high-waterline just below upraised quizzical eyebrows. I thanked the beefy butcher who had dumped out the frozen turkey in order to make room for this massive joint of protein perfection. Did I mistake reality again? Did the meds confuse my mind’s eye? I had to check. Opening the white door I saw the lumpy turkey still there and not a hint of delicious steak. I just hope the turkey ate it.