Do you really like turkey?

I mean honestly: If it just weren't there, would dinner really, truly be ruined? Aren't the stuffing and jell-o and rolls and green bean casserole and everything else enough to make you happy? I was thinking about this, and then it occurred to me:

What about my giblet gravy?

I love giblet gravy, the way Mom makes it, simmering all day long with lots of delicious things stewing together.

But then I translated the thought: What about my sauce made of the internal organs of a dead animal? Maybe I really could live without it.

Just imagine, if we all stopped buying in to the "you have to have a turkey" myth, millions of Gods creations could be spared an awful existence of suffering and squalor, followed by a painful, miserable death.

Here's what I'm thankful for this year: My life is so happy and comfortable that I have time to muse over such things. Happy Thanksgiving.

Thank you, Doctor

For not wanting to do an invasive test on my LP (Little Person) just because it would make your job easier.

For using the word "conservative" in describing your treatment philosophy.

For treating me like an intelligent human being, rather than that irritating thing that's keeping you from getting your charts done early.

Hot Pockets and social justice

I am not making this up:

www.eatfreely.org

Fine with me, as long as I'm free to not help pay for your quadruple bypass when you drop dead at the age of 37.