Well, here it is again. Somebody started this harvest festival and it is still going on. I would bet it was some mighty hunter who shot a poor unsuspecting gobbler, took it home and presented it to the wife. The dutiful wife then proceeded to dress it (in cute little pants, and a hat with a buckle no doubt) and cook it.
Today, it is a traditional North American Holiday in the U.S. whose origins are still somewhat of a mystery, depending on whose rendition you read.
I think it was the male faction that decreed a feast of enormous proportions be placed on the breadwinner’s table. Different areas serve different ‘traditional’ foods, all as a sort of harvest festival, being thankful for a bountiful harvest.
I think it is mostly promoted by the male of the species as a day on which it is customary to stuff oneself and then retire to the ‘tube’ to watch sports while the little woman (or women as the case may be ) clean up the mess that took them several days to make in the kitchen.
I hate the thought of all the cooking of special treats and trying to outdo the previous year’s food orgy.
However, I get a lot of satisfaction from being able to bring a glorious meal to the table. Once the cooking is done, I am ready to ‘pig out’ provided I haven’t done so much tasting that I have become full! And it is wonderful to bask in the glow of compliments on my accomplishment. It makes the several days of work woth it. I can then look forward to the next feast, while serving a variety of turkey delights to the groans of ‘not turkey AGAIN!’ for the next week.
It wouldn’t be so bad if people would just clean the platter of turkey while it was still hot.
So this Thanksgiving, enjoy your merry making and giving of thanks while you eat the damned turkey!!
