What a bargain!

It’s Saturday afternoon and I just dropped a completely stripped carcass of Thursday night’s Thanksgiving  turkey into the trash. There wasn’t a scrap of meat or stuffing left.  Ah, the carnivorous  joy of leftovers and picking the bones – finding a hidden shred of meat (sometimes white!) or an undiscovered spoonful of dressing.

This elation brought up a thought that has plagued me for years. Why, when a turkey is such a thrilling experience for most of us, and isn’t always that much bigger than a chicken, do we deny ourselves until Thanksgiving? It certainly isn’t expensive or difficult to cook. A very healthy protein. What’s the problem?

The only answer I could derive was that we don’t want to tarnish the “specialness” associated with Thanksgiving.  We all roast (or fry) this “giant chicken” that makes quite a show and it seems all too much for day-to-day life. Turkey is larger than life !

My dad was once the leading producer of turkeys in the U.S.  Back in the Dark Ages. He was famous for being the “turkey grower who didn’t eat turkey”. He didn’t. In those days the birds roamed free on the range – no houses. Out in the open.  They were driven like cattle from farm to farm. It was a hard business. But even in my home, I never remember the concept of “everyday turkey” ever discussed.

It’s now being worked into our diets through products like bacon, sausage, and hot dogs, but still, no one is pushing cooking the whole bird except on Thanksgiving. Perhaps it seems anti-American. Just too much of a break in tradition to handle.

I guess we do have to keep some special things special. I’m just sorry it had to be turkey. Life really is too short.

“Everyday should be Thanksgiving.”


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