I've Heard Of A Lucky Duck

Let's make a U-turn on this Friday the Thirteenth, and dwell on GOOD luck. 

That's a common expression. A "lucky duck." I'm kind of one myself, like recently when I stole found a lottery ticket stuck up inside the machine, and it won $200.

Now I'm hoping there's another kind of lucky fowl.

I stopped by Save A Lot on Wednesday for bananas, hot dog buns, nutty oat bread, shredded lettuce, and baby dill pickles. I was toying with the idea of adding Farmer H's drumstick ice cream, or my own mini drumsticks. Then again, I still had a stop to make for scratchers at the Gas Station Chicken Store. Even wrapped in my quilted coat from parking lot duty days, those ice creams might not fare so well at 74 degrees. The cold front wasn't rolling in until nighttime.

While meandering over to the freezer section, still contemplating the insulating qualities of my coat on T-Hoe's back seat, I saw a bin of turkeys. Frozen Thanksgiving turkeys. You never know how early you want to get your holiday foods. If you wait to late, the best are all gone. The Pony and I want turkey, even though Farmer H expects ham. So I stopped to browse.

This was perfect! They had Young Turkey Breasts! So I didn't need a giant turkey with its sinewy legs. Just the white meat. We'd had one before, and it was great. I grabbed one by loop in the white net bag, and thumped it into my cart. As you might imagine, that turkey did not thaw at all on the way home.

I cleared a space for the Young Turkey Breast in a bin at the bottom of FRIG II's freezer. As I picked it up off the counter, I looked at the tag to see how big it was. It cost $19.35. The weight of it was 7.77 pounds.

Do you realize what that means? Probably not, if you're not a hardcore casino gambler. So let me answer for you: 777 is considered a LUCKY number! Many casinos use that as their street address. I called The Pony later to say that I had a turkey for our Thanksgiving meal. And revealed the weight.

"OH! That should be lucky!"

Heh, heh. Farmer H said exactly the same thing. It appears that the Hillbilly family has a lucky turkey ready to pop in the oven for Thanksgiving. I don't think it's quite so lucky for the turkey.