Not since Czech author Bohumil Hrabal narrated a feast of layered
roasted animals (think zebra stuffed with deer stuffed with birds
stuffed with rabbits and so forth) in his novel I Served the King of
England—or at least not since the Turducken—have I come across a more
redundant layering of flesh on flesh than this specimen pictured above.
Sorry, Lesley.
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1 - February 2008?
2 - The proper pronunciation would be "Turd-ucken" Looks like. Tastes like ......
3- AT LEAST, when Lesley over indulges, her Triglycerides nary take a hit. She will live on feeling better and substantially lower her chances for contracting most forms of cancer.