The great-grandmother's recipe (Part II) (...continue from part I....) “I’ll spill the beans, my friend. You know that my great-grandmother had an excellent recipe to make a superb turkey in the oven.” “I bought a big turkey this morning and I started to follow the recipe. You know that the recipe must be followed closely….., well, I put the turkey in the balcony….” “This is a bit strange Joe. You did that because you were painting the kitchen, I suppose. And why didn’t you start to slice the turkey on a table in the living room? Today is snowing and it's beastly cold!" said I interrupting him. “No, I started my great-grandmother’s recipe before painting the kitchen” muttered Joe. “Ok! you have some problems then! Out on the streets there is a fierce wind, a cold so intense that also in the graveyards death people have a chill in their bones and have you sliced a dead turkey on your balcony, in the open air? Silence. “I never told you that the turkey was dead” replied Joe I gasped with surprise. “What do you mean?” Joe was as white as a sheet: “I mean that my great-grandmother used to live in a little farm and the recipe listed some things to do before cooking the turkey; the first one was to kill the turkey. But this stupid animal, when I release my hand from his neck, ran away in the kitchen. There was a terrible struggle, I had only my knife and I can’t reach the axe and the hammer but, in the end, I won! The kitchen, however, were completely covered with blood. And so, I had to clean and repaint it” I was staring him with amazement. My mouth was dry. “and…and… the turkey?” “Oh, no problem Joe! All told, I sliced it very well. I’ve only to pluck it the pieces" IMPORTANT! Any resemblance to real events and/or to real persons (or turkeys), living or dead, is purely coincidental