So I have the honor of making Thanksgiving dinner for half of my large family this year. I was at the Ferry Building the other day, taking a break while biking home from the gym, when I talked to Golden Gate Meat Co., and they told me to buy one right away (this was Sat.) as folks have ordered 3 weeks in advance and they only have two left. I bought a 15 pounder, and had them hold it until I swung by with the car. I’m walking around the Ferry Building checking out the recipes, veggies, and whatnot, and thinking, it’s never easy to double park here, and parking is a drag. Why not just put the turkey in my bag? I have a Timbuktu smallish messenger bag. So I return to the butcher and hold open the bag, and we manage to squeeze it in. One of the butchers says, “Trying to get a turkey in a messenger bag, it’s that season.” I strapped the other side of my bag down for balance and security, and managed a very nice stately bike ride home along the embarcadero. I now know I’m not going to gain 15 pounds, because my legs really hurt the next day. Anyways, that’s the story.