Habits of the Hearth

I baked a turkey breast again last night. That meant A) that the fur sharks returned to their no-self-control ways after expressing enormous displeasure at the absence of what they term our "traditional" -- we'd done it three times -- Friday turkey; and B) that I just made myself my favorite lunch in the world, a turkey sandwich with mayonnaise and cranberry sauce on white. Frankly, the latter is worth the hassle of the former. Besides, it makes the beasts happy to extract treats from their thoroughly mastered humans.