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One golden morning I woke up to Matty in my kitchen cooking biscuits and gravy.

Delicious:)


and Delicious;)



This boy is better than me at a lot of things. Sewing, running, the list truly goes on, but peaking the mountainous inventory... is cooking. Whereas my thought process for when my tummy rumbles includes thinking up foods that will take the least amount of time and effort to create, Matty's includes other factors. For him the time and effort thing is less of a concern and it's taste that becomes important. The taste of these biscuits and gravy was nothing short of divine. :)

We eat and we play.
A few hours go by and Matt gets hungry again. Into the kitchen he goes to warm up another plate of biscuits and gravy. Am I hungry? No I am not. Do I want some? No, I'm fine. BUT... when my senses of sight and smell begin to take in the delicious provisions in front of me I think maybe just one bite of that would be awesome to have in my mouth. I grab my fork and sneak it onto the property of Matty's plate to steal the food that I have already made very clear I did not want. yea that's super annoying. Like grounds for getting stabbed with a fork annoying, but Matty didn't stab me. In fact he used his fork to pile more gravy onto my bite of biscuit. :) He is sweet.
That one bite multiplied into another and another until I'd eaten an entire biscuit and there was only one bite left on the plate. (Did I mention these biscuits were amazing?) "I'm sorry" I say to Matty "Does it bother you that I say I don't want any food and then eat all of yours?" He just smiles at me and says "Here, the last bite is yours". :)Insert heart of love right here:)



AAAANNNNDD...Today we will be eating our TURKEY!!!!!!


and...
To Mother Peterson- nothing about my feelings towards your B&G have changed;) They are incredible and I would do anything for them!!!!

Turkeys are white??

Sometime last week I was blessed with this delightful text from Matty B. "I have the funniest date ever for you on saturday". My enchanting response, "what is it?"

Matty B: I can get us a free turkey, but there's a catch... we have to kill it
Matty B: you down?

um... HECK TO THE YES!

So Satudray I put on my work pants and we carivan it down to the Turkey farm.

say hello to the little gobblers... and the big gobbler in front;)



Matty entered the cage and came back with a suprisinlgy still bundle of feathers. (I like to think if i'd just been snatched from my home I'd put up at least a little fight) We each grabed a scaley foot and carried the FATTY bird up the hill. Bringing the creature to its death was sort of odd. Mostly I just tried to keep my thigh from being in the direct path of its beak and pretended my shoulder muscle wasn't absolutley killing me.

We made it to the slaughter tree and hung the poor little guy from his feet to a branch.

Matty's Job = Shoving the knife up the birds beak and scrambling its brain
My Job = Holding the wings

Things to note while watching the clip below:
Somehow Paul inherited this cute girlish scream and I got the man yell
also...
don't miss Matt getting Turkey slapped a billion times... sorry Matty



The rest of the Turkey adventure went well. Towards the end I even got to pull out the heart! Total Indiana Jones moment:)

Happy Thanksgiving Everyone!!!! I'm thankful for a kind cheerful boyfriend who takes me on such enjoyable adventures.




Special shout out to all SERE Specialists. God bless the Airforce.