I hate Turkey.
There, I said it.
As a little boy, we always ate Turkey in November. Later in life, it was always there for the holidays, like some kind of winged specter.
I don't like the taste of Turkey. It's so bad, you have to disguise it with mountains of mashed potato, ladles of gravy, and gobs of cranberry relish.
Turkey leftovers stay in the fridge for days, like an unwelcome Uncle. In my life, I've had to eat Turkey sandwiches, Turkey Soup, Warmed up Turkey. For days. And days.
It takes forever to cook a turkey. Frozen, they take a minimum of two days on the drainboard. Space that could be better used, like, say, to make a plate of chips and salsa. They bake for hours and hours. The house heats up. The smell of Turkey lingers, much like that Uncle.
I'm sorry if I offended anyone.
Tomorrow we're going for Chinese Take Out.
:)