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My friends, I am not a lover of the turkey, that mascot of a picture-perfect Thanksgiving. Like Norman Rockwell, I appreciate the propaganda effect of a gleaming bird on a platter; the trophy of the cook who has, by god, laid to rest Thanksgiving, her mother-in-law (and ghosts of grandmothers past) in one highly effective display of crackling burnished skin.
But it’s all for show, like a military rally of puffer fish. Once you’ve asserted your dominance in the kitchen, scaled the heights of the last Himalaya, planted your flag on Saturn — what’s left? A turkey, that’s what. And that brings this bonafide triumph down to earth with a squelch because, you see, turkey is gross.
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