What does an unethical vegan such as yourself do on Thanksgiving?
Maybe Eating A Turkey
Great question! Bear with me a moment while I tell a little story. My friend Gungaboy will be joining us this Thanksgiving, along with his grandmother. Grandma had Thanksgiving dinner with us last year, too, but she doesn’t remember. And last summer, just a few months ago, we visited with her at a beach house on a nearby island. She doesn’t remember that either. When you talk to Grandma, she seems perfectly fine. She’s a hoot, in fact, and plays cards like a Vegas shark. But once she leaves our house, we will leave her mind.
We’ll be hosting a couple of other folks, as well. My friend Cindy brings a sweet potato pie each year that is To Die For. My husband’s boyhood pal Jim freezes the blackberries from his yard in the summer, and bakes them into a pie for Thanksgiving.
What I’ll be doing on Thursday is this: feeling
exceedingly grateful that I live in a nation and a household so
privileged that I can lay platter after platter of food on the table,
including meat, vegetables, pies, and a large assortment of starchy
side dishes. And I can choose, on that day or any other, what kind of food I will or will not eat. In many parts of the world today, and even for some people in our own country, that is an unimaginable luxury.
I am delighted to offer the admittedly cramped hospitality of my small
home to Gungaboy’s grandmother, so that she can enjoy the good company,
eat too much food, and play cards with my children, even if she won’t
remember a thing about it the next morning.
Will I eat the turkey? Very likely I will. My diet, my choice. Cooking it is Technogeek’s job, though. Raw dead birds are gross.
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