Thanksgiving’s main course is a real turkey

It’s November, and you know what that means.

Thanksgiving is right around the corner. 

For most of us, I think it’s safe to say that food comes to mind when we think of Thanksgiving. 

We’ve all heard the kindergarten story of how the pilgrims landed in North America and had a feast with the Native Americans. 

Regardless of whether this story was actually true – or our teachers just decided to not tell us about the massacre of the natives –we’ve heard the story at least once in our lives.

On Thanksgiving, families get together and have a feast. 

What may be included in the feast will vary: potatoes, bread, pumpkin pie, and much more. There’s just too much food to count.

 But there is one thing that will always make its way onto dinner tables across America  and Canada (we can’t forget about our good neighbors to the north): TURKEY. 

Turkey, turkey, turkey. Stuffed turkey, baked turkey, deep fried turkey, and so many more options. 

Turkey is just all the rave when it comes to Thanksgiving.

There is only one thing I can say when it comes to turkey. It isn’t even that good.

Now don’t get me wrong here, turkey isn’t disgusting and I’ll eat it, but it’s just not that great. 

Over the years, you may have tricked yourself into thinking you like turkey, but let’s face it: turkey is overrated.

And I’m talking about the taste. The symbolism is great, but the taste, not so much.

The taste of turkey is bland and flavorless. It is pretty similar to the texture of chicken, but the flavor just isn’t there. 

I’ll eat turkey on Thanksgiving and any other special occasion. I can bear it. 

But let me just say that there is a reason that turkey isn’t the main choice of meal for most occasions.

By now, you may be thinking that I dislike Thanksgiving. That is very far from the truth.  In fact, Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday – it also happens to be the day I was born – so, I have absolutely nothing against it. 

In my early years, my family always tried to make turkey work on Thanksgiving. When we finally hit reality after trying to make turkey seem better than it is, my family decided to make tri-tip a tradition instead. So, we ate tri-tip as our annual feast for a few years. 

This lasted up until my sister met her husband. We’ve been invited to Thanksgiving at their house for a couple years now, where we eat turkey. 

I have absolutely no hate toward my brother-in-law or his family. In fact, I love them, just not their turkey. 

Turkey found its way back into my life. How long it will stay, it’s hard to say.

But it’s OK.  I’ll live through it if I have to.

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