Last year I cooked what I then declared would be my last turkey for Thanksgiving Dinner. Not that I have anything in particular against turkey in general, I don’t. I kinda like turkey meat, especially cold with cheddar cheese in a sourdough sandwich on the day after Thanksgiving. However, a big ole turkey hot out of the oven isn’t the highlight of my day quite frankly. Especially if I’m the only one cooking. After all the ordering and fetching and brining and roasting all while keeping it safe from food poisoning all in some frantic, anxious ritualistic service of a secular holiday I started wondering, what exactly is the point here?
Heresy, I know.
And yes, it’s true. Once you start asking questions of The Way Things Are, there is no telling where things are going to end up.