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Category: Turkey Tue Jul 29, 2008Legs of the Beast I grew up in a Shakespeare loving household, where my Mother whispered "Parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say good night to let be morrow" as she closed the door after tucking me into bed every night. Yearly trips to the area's Renaissance Faire came with the territory, and while these, thankfully, did not end with me dressing in tights and speaking in Victorian English, they did leave me with two very important things: a ceramic pig shaped piggy bank won in a Ren Fest photo contest, and a taste for giant smoked turkey legs. More and recipe after the jump >> 
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