Like most guys, when I walk past the magazine rack at the bookstore, I start to drool. Just yesterday I saw one cover that made me glad I am a healthy, normal male. There she was: perfectly proportioned, with golden skin and a great pair of legs. It was the best looking turkey I had ever seen.
Obviously, there are some other attributes of the bird I could have alluded to, but I’m trying to keep this column classy.
At the time, I was looking at Food Network Magazine, the Thanksgiving edition — the perfect holiday purchase for those who don’t have a turkey of their own yet but who want to live vicariously through others who have enjoyed tremendous success in the kitchen.