I’ve been really lucky. I’ve only ever had to cook an entire Thanksgiving dinner by myself one time. It’s just worked out that we would be visiting family or our family would be visiting us so I didn’t have to cook. That’s a good thing. It’s not that I’m a bad cook or anything – I have issues when it comes to the main character of the meal.
It’s just – it still looks so much like it did when it was alive. I mean, with ground beef/steak – it doesn’t look like a cow. Bacon does not look like a pig. Chicken breast/nuggets/strips do not resemble a little feathered friend. And, in the case of the turkey – there’s more than it just still looking like a turkey – it’s also that they come with those bits and pieces and you have to reach in that orifice and pull out bags of mushy junk.
I’ve already asked Andrew to do the really dirty work but it’s still so hard for me to enjoy the taste of the cooked turkey after seeing what it once was and doing all the final prep work to really “finish” him off.
I’m disturbed – but not so much that I would boycott the bird altogether. I guess, I’ll see how it all turns out tomorrow.
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