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.