A confession about Thanksgiving:
I’ve never been that mad about the turkey.
Ditto for the
gravy. But the dressing, the mashed potatoes, the cranberry
sauce, the sweet potatoes with burnt marshmallows on top, the green bean
casserole…sign me up. I will eat that stuff until I am green in the face and as
bloated as this here squirrel:
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| Photo by Lee R. DeHaan |
Upon learning that November was my month to give meat theheave-ho, at least half a dozen concerned friends and family asked if perhaps I’d
forgotten the turkey holiday while planning Operation Consumption Liberation’s annual
agenda. I didn’t—although, upon looking at the scrap of paper on which I
originally outlined my rough ideas about OCL, it appears that I briefly
entertained making May my meat-free month. No, I chose November for meat-free
month precisely because of Thanksgiving, the most meat-focused American holiday
of them all.
“Are you crazy?” my turkey-loving friends have asked, to
which I have replied with some variation of my “I’m not that into the turkey”
speech above. Others, including my dear mother, have inquired if I would be
eating Tofurky this year, to which I have replied with some variation of the
following rant:
