Wild Turkey-Based Recipes

"I was 8 weeks late from my due date giving birth to Samantha and we were living in Rolla, Missouri. My doctor was a family practitioner who had only delivered 12 other babies in his short career. I had toxemia and had tried to tell the doctor that my baby girl wasn't coming out. He laughed and said, "they all come out and how could I be sure it was a girl?" Perhaps we had "misfigured" the date. That is just one of the reasons I have so little faith in doctors. Samantha was due on March 9, 1982, but it was April 22 and I had been out to Jean and Walt Henry's place and had picked two vases full of dogwood blossoms. Roger had shot a turkey and I had the breast soaking to fry that afternoon. Roger was mowing the yard as I fried the turkey when my water broke. Since I wasn't contracting, we had plenty of time to get to the hospital. Only I wasn't allowed to eat any of that delicious meal of fried turkey, cream gravy, biscuits, rice, and steamed broccoli. I was so hungry, but had to sit there and watch as Roger enjoyed the meal. The next day I delivered my baby girl by C-section since she refused to come out on her own. I guess that was a good thing because she was 1O½ pounds and 23 inches long because of her extended stay."