I mean, you can do what you want 🤣 No one is forcing you to eat turkey (I hope).Why couldn’t the Indians brought a cow instead of a Turkey😎 I much rather have a hamburger and gravy than Turkey and stuffing.
Why couldn’t the Indians brought a cow instead of a Turkey😎 I much rather have a hamburger and gravy than Turkey and stuffing.
Contact info pleaseFor those who say they don't like turkey, maybe it's because of what passes for commercial turkey today.
We bought a turkey from a local farmer. It's a Heritage breed, much like a wild turkey. It was small farm raised naturally. When cooked, it's about 50% white/dark meat and doesn't have the huge bulging breast that regular ones have. It also made very little grease in the pan when roasted.
It tastes MUCH better than commercial turkey, but costs about $10/lb, which is still far less than the $30/lb steak I saw last weekend.
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🧐I used to be addicted to Thanksgiving leftovers. I had to quit cold turkey.
You’ve lost your mind. Do we not drug test members here?Why couldn’t the Indians brought a cow instead of a Turkey😎 I much rather have a hamburger and gravy than Turkey and stuffing.
The best use I have found for leftovers thedayweek after is to reheat the dark meat turkey is a pan with beef tallow and mushrooms.
O heck no, turkey, dressing, cranberry Sammie Rocks.I used to be addicted to Thanksgiving leftovers. I had to quit cold turkey.
I agree. Should be eliminated. Labor Day as well because working is not even necessary to live.I don’t eat turkey since it represents illegal invaders. It’s not thanksgiving day.
It’s slave traders invaded and massacred my people day.
I don’t eat turkey since it represents illegal invaders. It’s not thanksgiving day.
It’s slave traders invaded and massacred my people day.
everybody else. I'll have the #2, but extra well done, no X, with Y on the side. a side order of Z with extra butterFood:
Put it in front of my face and get yer hands out of the way quickly, if you know what’s good for you.
I am a grateful eater. My mom raised me with constant reminders of the poor kids starving in China. Plus, my sister was a picky pain in the a$$ eater. I endeavored to be the opposite. Don’t even like being at the same table as someone whining about food. Makes me want to start a food fight by throwing awful beets at their face.
But instead, I choke those beets down AND I LIKE IT DAMMIT.