Tale Of The Turkey

Craig and I have tried to eat healthy and exercise since before we got married. Of course, we have our days where we gorge on desserts and breads, but for the most part we eat our protein, fruits and vegetables! 
We definitely cook at home a lot. And so begins the tale of the turkey.


So we got home last night and our house smelled like someone farted in the entryway and then ran off. Only, the stench wouldn't go away. We cleaned the entire house, lit candles, and it still stunk. We went to sleep and figured it was sewage from outside.


This morning, it still stunk. We went to work. We went to workout. When we got home from our workout tonight, we just had to find out where the smell was coming from. We decided it had to be a dead mouse in the pantry behind the microwave. So we started to look around our pantry/shelf thing and were taking out food and stacked stuff. Just before tearing through everything, Craig opens the microwave door to find the culprit . . .


On FRIDAY night (4 days ago) we decided to go out to eat for Argentinean food. But it was a last minute decision. What I didn't know is that Craig had started defrosting a pound of ground turkey in the microwave before I got home from work...and forgot to tell me. We then left town for the weekend.


And so ends the tale of the turkey. (Please see below and know that I didn't touch it!)