Il tacchino in Italian. The older I get, the more I realize that Thanksgiving turkey is a constant disappointment. Who wants to eat something that makes you tired, anyway? Usually dry and tasteless, seemingly impossible to integrate into leftovers that isn’t the bird getting reheated as is. I’d rather have a Thanksgiving focused on sides than the bird. There is a specific taste associate with turkey that is so profoundly different from chicken. Ground turkey I usually don’t mind in hearty chilis, though beef is preferred in tacos and meatballs / bolognese. Flavor enhanced by herbs and oil and onions, but still – it’s not my go-to. However, the smell of turkey legs at Disney World is something else entirely. I don’t think I’ve ever succumbed to one yet, even though I’ve been going to Disney for years and years. But the smell is always phenomenal, drenched in some sort of brown gravy that smells wonderfully crispy and savory. Maybe one day I’ll try one. I’ll put it on my Disney bucket list categorized under my own personal Fat Girl Dreams.

Sometimes during the fall, Nutley will get its fair share of wild turkeys, thought I’m not sure where they come from. This is the ‘burbs, not the farm. But these turkeys show up and gobble down the street, walking around like they own the joint, their gizzard flailing and dark wings flapping. You have to be careful not to get too close, as I once did when a family of geese and their little goslings babies. They get threatened if you don’t keep your distance, honking and hissing, and raising their wings. It’s easy to walk away. I’m not one to tempt fate. There are better ways to go than by goose. I’ve never been interested in raising chickens or any kind of fowl. It seems like too much work. I suppose you do get free eggs, which are always fresher than store-bought. But when it’s cold out, I don’t want to have to worry about feeding the chicken or caring for it if it gets sick. Or have it wake me up with its clucking. It’s not my dream goal. In the least.

Despite all I’ve said about turkey, I will admit I do enjoy a good turkey burger, specifically, with Gravymaster brushed over it before it goes on the grill. A part of me misses summer and grilling all the time. Today it is frigid and too cold. I’m sure soon enough it will be humid and too hot and I will be begging for the cold to come back. I think Mother Nature is in the middle of a detox right now.

Author: Roe

30. she/her. Songwriter & Trek Punk Soul™.

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