“One of my all-time favorite foods is Thanksgiving turkey. My family looks for reasons to grill a bird. So when I meet this cute girl, she said she hated turkey with a passion, I could not understand why. That was until I was invited to their Thanksgiving dinner. Her mom oven-roasted this poor turkey. Now normally, I would hesitate on an oven-roasted turkey because it can dry out easily. What I can say is I still was hopeful and did not want her family to hate me. I knew something was wrong. My turkey senses were tingling as I was watching her saw off the meat of this gas chamber turkey. What could best be described as turkey dust was collecting on the carving plate.
I hesitantly grabbed a fair chunk of dark meat, knowing it’s normally a bit juicer. I also even went one step further I covered it in gravy. I thought I was ready, but I was not. As I started to chew my first bite I could feel the turkey suckling up the saliva in my mouth like a vacuum. I was desperate, so I took a sip of water to little avail, but I could now chew it a little more. I had to repeat the process of taking two or three drinks of water per bite of turkey.
I would say we have all experienced dry turkey. Normally if there is some flavor it’s not so bad, but it was also bland. And since the skin more or less resembled potato chips I had to get creative with downing the rest by means of mixing it with every side. The effect was disappointment in every bite for the entire meal, but I finished the piece. I said thank you for the meal and silently said a prayer for the bird and I’m not even religious but I felt if there was a God he should have mercy on this meal. Later, as I’m driving with my girlfriend home she said she watched something change in my eyes that day out of despair. I could not find it in me to argue with that statement.”
