THEY'RE KIDDING, RIGHT?
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Turkeys are the new fruitcakes! (Oh, and "first.")
Posted by: Andrew | November 23, 2005 at 12:03 PM
"People are starting to want to know more about the food they put in their bodies,"
THAT'S NOT WHAT WE MEANT!
Posted by: Brainy Jello | November 23, 2005 at 12:03 PM
I thought you sent them to the Mouse's land if you really like them...
Posted by: Foreign person | November 23, 2005 at 12:10 PM
"Tom liked long walks in the corn, scratching for seeds, and napping in the sun. He is survived by 18 brothers and sisters, 2 uncles, and 1 great aunt...wait, make that 17 brothers and sisters...no, 16..."
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | November 23, 2005 at 12:23 PM
Next they should have video of your turkey being slaughtered; so you know you can see how good a job they've done with the innards.
Posted by: peoriagrace | November 23, 2005 at 12:24 PM
because their flesh is dark and more richly marbled with fat and requires a knife to cut it
So, what do we cut regular Butterballs with if these seem to require a knife?
Posted by: John | November 23, 2005 at 12:34 PM
I'll just stick with my usual "Jive Turkey".
Posted by: Sean | November 23, 2005 at 12:56 PM
I like my Wild Turkey 101 proof, thank you.
Posted by: Mr. Completely | November 23, 2005 at 01:05 PM
And here I thought that "richly marbled with fat" was NOT a good thing health wise. Maybe, just maybe, those wonderful steaks I enjoyed when I was younger were good for me after all.
DJ
Posted by: DJ | November 23, 2005 at 01:11 PM
Does Wild Turkey taste anything like Bourbon Red?
Posted by: gjcjax | November 23, 2005 at 01:18 PM
Annie~ *snork*
Posted by: Bumble | November 23, 2005 at 01:39 PM
man, i haven't heard so much gobbledygook since howard dean's "I Have A Scream" speech.
Posted by: packsaddle | November 23, 2005 at 02:06 PM
let me get this right...they've traced these bird's lineage, they've exhibited them at poultry shows, they've raised them with care and concientiousness and now they're selling them off by the pound to rich , i mean health concious, people? i'm thinking they're not as rare and special as they would have us believe.
Posted by: crossgirl | November 23, 2005 at 02:36 PM
I know a small-breasted beauty...
Posted by: JimW | November 23, 2005 at 02:37 PM
"with the Web people know all about their favorite Hollywood stars.." Okay, so I do know more than I ever wanted to know about Twitney, so obviously, the next logical step is to learn about the personality and family of the turkey I'm about to eat...umm, pass the Brussels sprouts.
P.S. Jimw, shh! I thought that was our little secret!
Posted by: Artchick | November 23, 2005 at 02:56 PM
I do NOT want to be on a first-name basis with my food, thank you.
Posted by: Guin | November 23, 2005 at 03:03 PM
Sorry, Artchick. I'll make it up to you later...
Posted by: JimW | November 23, 2005 at 03:38 PM
Preserve the Heritage Turkeys by eating them? Good idea.
Posted by: Stupendous Man | November 23, 2005 at 05:19 PM
Sounds like the turkey should be displayed in someone's china cabinet. Yum.
On a somewhat but not really related note, my daughter's class was assigned to create turkeys out of any material -- paper, fabric, whatever. One kid turned in an actual frozen turkey. The lad was asked to take his "project" home today because it was starting to reek.
Posted by: Jillywilly | November 23, 2005 at 07:07 PM
It's like when you go to a seafood restaurant with a lobster tank. Some places want to bring your - live - lobster to the table to "introduce" you to it. That is, immediately prior to when they uncerimoniously dump it in a vat of boiling water and kill it. NO THANK YOU! I do NOT want to be on a first name basis with my dinner. Just cook it up, put it on a plate and bring it to me.
Is that so wrrrrrong?
Posted by: Goog L | November 23, 2005 at 07:33 PM
I grew up on a farm so we personally knew what we consumed. Sometimes it was even a joke, like the lamb my mother called Lambchops who was supposed to be food and ended up dying of old age. We would even ask when we were having some of those richly marbled steaks if we were having George or Sam for dinner that night.
Posted by: monkeyshines | November 24, 2005 at 12:07 AM
I grew up on a farm, too, and couldn't quite get over it like you did, monkeyshines. We were sitting down to veal one night, and my dad mockingly said, "Poor Wilbur." I no longer eat beef.
Every Sunday, we would kill about 10 chickens. I remember going to church, then coming home to axe some birds. It was like a Santeria sitcom. Talk about guilt - I got to pick out who got whacked. I felt like a Poultry Mafiosi.
I don't deny anyone the right to eat what they want. After that, though, I have a hard time stomaching it myself. But I do have the best cholesterol levels in my family. And yes, you guessed it, I'm also the funniest. Coincidence? Baloney!
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | November 24, 2005 at 12:20 AM
Baloney?? Is that meat?
Posted by: southerngirl | November 24, 2005 at 12:39 AM
It's called "eating food with flavor", rather than "eating whatever's really cheap at Wally's because after all 50,000,000 other people are eating EXACTLY THE SAME THING so it must be good, right?", which seems to me to be how Americans generally eat. If it's cheap and quick, who cares if it tastes good? Just slather it with 734 different brands of grease sauce and it'll be fine!
Posted by: (_i_) | November 24, 2005 at 03:33 AM
I can't believe that I'm the first to notice that these birds are going to be served at Alice's restaurant...
Posted by: WriterDude | November 24, 2005 at 03:42 AM
And if you don't like turkey, there's always Spam.
Posted by: JimW | November 24, 2005 at 08:31 AM
I always wondered what part of the anatomy of a hog (wbagnfarb?) is where they get spam ...
Posted by: U.O | November 24, 2005 at 10:39 PM
heirloom --ha! I wonder if Martha would plunk down a few bucks to donate them to the "friends she made in Virgia", in order for them to have a respectable, and edible, holiday feast?! well, unless she remembers the heirloom tomatoes...
I'd bet you she'd be first to enter a turkey she has on Turkey Hill, just like she entered one of her prized Chows into the WKC Show.
...then again, should all that "inbreeding" cause us to worry about bird flu.....?
Posted by: Jo Ann | November 25, 2005 at 11:15 PM