Talking Turkey

 

          It’s time I told you my real feelings about turkey, since most folks eat it for Thanksgiving, and many have it again at Christmas.

          I am not a fan. But I’m not alone. If you ask anyone—literally anyone—what their favorite meat is, no one will say turkey. We eat it out of tradition, but it’s dry and tastes like napkins.  This is why we slather  cranberry sauce or gravy on it. And why we basically eat it just once a year.

          Sure, we like all the sides—the stuffing, the potatoes, the yams, the pies—but we merely tolerate the turkey.

          There are many other large birds we don’t eat—swans used to be eaten, but my research said it’s an “acquired taste,” which means eww. And some aren’t safe, because they’re toxic-- or like seagulls, they taste fishy.

          I say we leave the poor, bewildered turkeys alone. Where I live, wild turkeys wander about freely, often congregating in a parking lot or field. They look like mini dinosaurs, just looking for something to eat, and scratching about in gardens for tasty bugs.

          They’re wrinkled and have jiggly wattles, but seem completely unaware of their appearance. The males spread their feathers proudly, and the females fall for it. It’s kind of cute.

          So… choose your real favorite meal next time, and let the turkeys do the gobbling.

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