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My cousin Diana worked for a large firm that produced many magazines. I said "Why does my turkey never look as terrific as the ones on the covers at Thanksgiving time?" She said, "This is our secret. We have painters come in and paint RAW turkeys, until they look terrific. They are not even cooked. RAW." What?