Note:  If you are sensitive about animals, squeamish about raw food, or easily offended, this post is probably not for you.

Second Note:  I tried to find some images to include with this post, but they were frankly all too grotesque.  I figured if I couldn’t stomach it, I wouldn’t make you try.

So the Thanksgiving party is usually at our house, and for me, a big part of the fun is cooking the feast.  Yes, I allow other people (my mom, my mother-in-law, any friend or family member who offers to do so) to bring some of the dishes.  What’s really fabulous is when they ask what they can bring — my response is typically to ask what their speciality or favorite is — and then they bring what they said they would so we don’t have duplicates of one thing and nothing of something else everyone was counting on.  We do a pretty traditional turkey meal with fairly traditional sides and a bevy of extraordinary desserts, including — you guessed it — traditional choices.  There are some things I just like to do in a nostalgic way because so much of the fun of the holidays includes the ritual of it all, passed down through the generations.

This year was a little different.  Continue reading “Why I Will Never Buy An Heirloom Turkey Again” →