We have decided to forego turkey this holiday. Between NYTimes editorials that I could not even finish and headlines about undercover video of turkeys being stomped to death, I couldn't fathom actually celebrating Thanksgiving by serving (let alone eating) one of these poor beasts. It just doesn't put "happy" in my holiday. Especially with Sis thinking a turkey is going to be a guest at our table.
So, we're going to focus on sides. Lots of them. Old standbys, new experiments. More appetizers. More desserts. No faux turkey, though. No Tofurkey or Quorn roast. We don't need them, even if vegheads swear they are good. Will Sis and Bud miss out? Yep, but I'm okay with that. More okay with that than a de-beaked, de-clawed, sleep-deprived, antibiotic and hormoned-laced, inhumanely-slaughtered meal. Yes, we were going to do it, in the name of tradition and such. But Mama just couldn't buy it at the store tonight. And I'm proud of her for deciding not to. Maybe next year we'll get our act together in time to get a heritage turkey raised free-range, cruelty-free, and organic on a local farm, because there are other answers. But right now, this year, Butterball just isn't one of them.
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