This painting is from 1991, when we ran a poultry farm. Yesterday I found a stash of old paintings under the barn steps. Each brought back memories. For nine years we raised and sold holiday turkeys. Now that the farm is no longer running, the paintings, some funny and others, such as this, more macabre, keep me connected with the source of our food. All across the country today people are preparing for the holiday meal. I have a pot of soup on the stove and, soon, an apple pie in the oven. Both boys are home. Almost constantly on top of each other. It's a serene world in the kitchen... warm, bright, sweet smelling. Outside it is raining, almost freezing, and a palette of cool grays and dull oranges.
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