Time for another back home at the farm story. It was Thanksgiving so we were at the farm. My mother and all of her sister's took turns, cooking the turkey, the rest of the aunts, made the sides. This time it was Aunt Pauletta's turn. I was so excited, they had geese and we didn't. Pulling up to the farmhouse...I saw only one goose, I asked my sister where the other one was. She said it was probably out in the pasture. (I'm sure you know where this is going). I didn't think anymore about it. We sat down for dinner, my Aunt brought out the "turkey". I dug into my turkey, as it's still my favorite meat. I said to sis, what did Aunt Pauletta do to the turkey, I don't like the taste of it. My sister leaned over, and whispered into my ear...you goose is cooked. I couldn't eat another bite. And I held a grudge against that Aunt and Uncle for a long time.