Thanksgiving is one of my favorite holidays. It’s the one day where no one will pester you about eating too much, even if you spend hours after dinner sitting in your recliner, pants unsnapped and moaning about that third helping of sweet taters pressing against your spleen. And it’s one day where you can watch 16 hours of football, minus a few minutes for a short nap or two. Yup, I love Thanksgiving.
Speaking of loving Thanksgiving, I recently heard a news story about the least favorite food served on Thanksgiving. I was surprised to hear some folks don’t really like turkey and serve some other meat for their feast. This is plumb crazy and un-American. Thanksgiving is the one day out of 365 that you should have turkey for dinner, and then for the next week until the bird carcass is picked clean. Any meat substitute is simply unacceptable in my humble opinion.
There is a debate over dressing and stuffing. I think it’s a geographic thing with folks up north serving stuffing while here in the south, we like dressing with our turkey. I’ve eaten stuffing before and I’m not real fond of it. Perhaps it’s the image of the stuffing being cooked up in the abdominal cavity of the bird. However it is prepared, I would much rather have a huge dollop of dressing lying beside the pile of turkey on my platter.
