Go Jorma, Go! Oh.

Today Jorma began the day racking up major points. Although his back was hurting him, he folded and put away 4 loads of laundry, washed another three, opened all the windows to air out the house and cleaned up our bedroom. By himself. Without being bribed. I was totally set to write this blog tonight about how awesome he is, but he did the unthinkable. He tried to pass off a turkey burger as ground beef.
You see, I’m kinda funny about meat. I don’t like it to squirt when I bite into it, bleed or smell odd. I don’t like strange textures. I think eating snails is absolutely ridiculous.
I’ve had frog legs, bear, turtle and other strange things, but I just can’t be comfortable with ground turkey. And as soon as I took a bite, I was greatly concerned. The meat was too soft, squishy even. It had kind of a familiar funk about it. The funk was just a tiny wisp of flavor drowned out by garlic and powered Ranch dressing mix. I looked at it. It was that, “been hosed off of the floor and compressed into meat-like rolls” color of grey. I stopped burger in hand and looked at him accusingly. Is THIS ground turkey? He shrugged and said. “Maybe”. I was disheartened. I resigned myself to picking off the mushrooms, Swiss cheese and guacamole and leaving the burger laying on the plate. The nerve. I guess the laundry and cleaning give him a break even… maybe even a few extra brownie points, but tomorrow night, I’ll make the burgers.