You must not touch the bird.

Thanksgiving Day found Mom and myself getting the turkey prepped and cooking. All went smoothly until stuffing time arrived.

Mom: “We need to stuff the turkey and I need your help. I know you don’t like touching the meat so you can shove it in.”

Miss Print: “That counts as touching the meat.”

I wound up holding the bird upright with paper towels. Still gross.

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