Gypped: A Thanksgiving Day Story

More of a poll than a Rant and more for my US readers than not, but this is open to all (as usual) but I have the following question to ask: who had turkey on Thanksgiving Day? Did I? No, I didn’t – not one piece of white meat or a crumb of stuffing. Burnt? No, it was golden brown and looked pretty damned tasty; my uncle never screws up cooking the bird. Dropped? Shot? Fried? Eaten by dogs? No. We didn’t get to it. For some reason my family feels it has to show our Italian heritage by having pasta (and a lot of it) between appetizers and the turkey. It’s an all day event and has been for years on end – most years we end up taking some of the bird home – but this year there was no time left for it. I’ve argued that since we eat pasta all the time we could skip it – meaning that we should be American for a day – but I always lose this argument, and so I had no turkey this year. The pasta was tasty by the way, but that’s not the point… What I want to know is am I the only American that went to a Thanksgiving Day dinner and didn’t have turkey?


4 thoughts on “Gypped: A Thanksgiving Day Story”

  1. Consider yourself lucky. All I have had today is a jar of Chicken and Wild Rice soup, which made enough for a bowl for lunch and a bowl for dinner.

    I didn’t realize that I’ve moved to a town that’s apparently so “podunk” that the entire town closes up…

    There are the occasional disadvantages to my profession. Holidays would seem to be one of them…

  2. @Scott – Ah yes, but see that’s the oddity: I went to a Thanksgiving Day dinner and still didn’t get the bird. A friend of mine had a Friendly’s french dip but she was in NYC for the parade so she didn’t go to a planned dinner – I did :)

    @Dave – Cheers :) m’Sister’s boyfriend sent some home with her last night so I got some after all!

  3. And yet another couple of updates… Michelle and Chuck (both of MagnaArt frame) sent me home with turkey on Saturday night, so thanks to you guys! Oh, and the rumour around my family is that we’re *not* going to have pasta next year, in lieu of this year’s missing bird. I think this caps the Thanksgiving Day episode of my life for this year, which is good, since it’s already December and my lawn is covered in snow!


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