Just about every year, the week before Thanksgiving I start thinking about turkey. And I don’t mean thinking about eating, but rather, thinking about the Butterball turkey.
I don’t know much about turkey. In fact, the idea of cooking such a thing is a little overwhelming. I’ve only cooked one turkey in my life (my mom was sick and I had to prepare Thanksgiving dinner for 9. I kept running back to her bedroom, sometimes with bowl or pie pan and even the turkey in a pan, for her approval or comment.)
What I do know, however, is how to win a turkey. You read right, win. Flashback to 198sumthin’. I can’t remember what year exactly. I think we were still living in Hot Springs, so I was under eight. This is when I really wish the scrapbooker in me had been around at this time. I’d have photos, lots of photos.
Anyhoo – the local Piggly Wiggly was having a contest to win a Butterball turkey. All one had to do was color a turkey sort of like the one below and they’d be entered in a contest to win. You gotta believe I was all about that. I remember sitting down with my box of 64 Crayola crayons with the built-in-sharpener, and getting to work. Slooooowly outlining the turkey with my raw umber crayon. Gently smoothing the color on in smooth, not-too-hard sweeps. I probably even stuck my tongue between my teeth while I concentrated.
I remember walking proudly into the Piggly Wiggly and turning it in. And I remember waiting impatiently to hear if I had won. I’m sure in my little seven or eight year old mind, I just knew I would win. I had the best turkey coloring page, after all.
And I did win! A big ol' Butterball turkey. I was very much the celebrity in my family when I won. And very proud when we ate that yummy turkey.
Thank you for the memory, Butterball. If only I had a photo!
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