Turkey

(Note to self: in future, if need to transport frozen turkey, 2 cartons of Brussels sprouts, 2 packages of cranberries, butter, cream, potatoes, pancetta (for Brussels sprouts), salad greens, from Manhattan to Brooklyn, take cab.) Last night, in very vexing example of miscommunication, Dave arrives home with own twenty pound turkey and piles of Brussels sprouts procured from greenmarket and still on stalks. Refrigerator severely overloaded and one turkey unable to fit. Take everything out of refrigerator and rearrange. Get hot. Discover Jennie under kitchen table eating stick of butter. Scold in raised voice which causes Jenny to hide under bed and whimper. Feel extremely guilty. Sigrid calls from cab on way to apartment. Says she forgot to metion it before but to not worry about turkey. She's had a deep fried version sent from San Francisco (why? Feel bitter rush of memories of similar high-handed behavior.) Do not want to start visit off on wrong foot, so don't mention what is quickly becoming gaggle. Dave says he will take one of turkeys (am irrationally hurt when he chooses mine) to Salvation Army. This solves problem with room in refrigerator. Dave takes turkey away. Jenny forgets that she is afraid and comes back into kitchen to beg. Call wine store and order case.