I just met a woman in a parking lot and bought three tiny turkeys from her. How often do you get to say something like that, huh?

It all felt very clandestine as we pulled to the side of the parking lot and swapped a check for a bag of raw poultry (would have been more clandestine had I been swapping cash, I suppose).

The turkeys are tiny because they are heritage turkeys, and this particular breed didn't grow as large as the farmer expected. I'd ordered two 10-12 lb turkeys (one for me and one for a coworker - I'm not only a buyer, I'm also a dealer), but they only ended up with 7 lb turkeys (there were a few 20 pounders of a different breed, but those were claimed by the people requesting large turkeys). So my coworker Kathy took the largest of the tiny turkeys, at 7.5 lbs, and I took two 7 lb birds.

We were in a parking lot because I was buying directly from the farmer, and his wife was coming into town to drop off some tags to a grocery store who is selling their birds. It was easier for me to meet her there in the middle of the day than to drive out to their farm tonight after work.

Anyway, that's part one of the story of the three tiny turkeys. Part two will be written after Thanksgiving, where I'll tell if three tiny turkeys are truly tasty.