Boxing Day

Or, "Boxing up the leftover turkey Day" as it's full title must surely be.

I'm been talked into taking a portion of said leftover turkey back to York. It was actually a reasonably good one - mother splashed out on a free-range organic one, and it would appear this does genuinely make a real difference to the quality of the meat .It's not really surprising, but it's nice to be able to confirm that Mother Nature is much better at building a good turkey than the production line barns are. Hopefully the turkey had a significantly better quality of life too. I'm not one of these people who feel it's wrong to eat animals, or rear them with the express purpose of killing and eating them, however I do feel that we should avoid subjecting them to unnecessary cruelty during their short lives. Most animals seem to feel pain and distress, and whatever your beliefs on their levels of self awareness, you can't argue this is a good thing.

There'll be more turkey tonight however, as we make the traditional return trip to my grandma's (only a few meters down the road), something we've been doing as long as I can remember. Then it's back home for me (for despite me calling this 'home', my flat is really the place I associate with the word now) and back to the grind tomorrow. No rest for the wicked.