It was an excellent Christmas dinner for us, distinguished by the fact of my son (19) preparing and cooking the turkey. Until now I have thought of him as an amiable child at times but of little obvious use to humanity. I have been forced to reconsider my judgement. I'm not sure what he did with it, but it involved soaking it beforehand in a brine flavoured with all sorts of excellent stuff. It was, by a long chalk, the best turkey I have ever eaten. I had, then, the sort of experience that only a long-term investor can know, one who has become accustomed to all the frustrations and disappointments of commitment - the revelation of potential.
There are rights of passage, you know.