We Chatterings will be eating pheasant for Christmas dinner. The idea occurred to me as I stood in our local butcher’s shop two weeks ago and noticed his “Pheasant and Squab by Special Order” sign.

So I bit. But first I asked, “Is the pheasant farmed and environmentally correct?” And the butcher responded, “Well, it’s a pretty bird. That’s the only thing sad about it.”

I hope I’m not stepping on any turkey-loving toes, but I’m going ahead with my plan. But wait–if you think our family life sounds ideal, and a pheasant dinner at my house is something you’d like to try, come over and have a look at our crazy, cluttered, unmanageable kitchen. Never has so little a room needed more Feng Shui.