THANKSGIVING

IT'S TURKEY DAY

Let's All Stuff Ourselves

I love turkey. I eat it all the time. It's in everything, now. Turkey bacon, turkey sausage, turkey ham, turkey pastrami, turkey ice cream. It's like tofu for carnivores. I guess it's supposed to be good for you. Or, maybe it's just cheap. Leaves plenty of money for paying dieticians to say it's good for you. Come on, how much can a dietician cost?

I don't care. I still like turkey. Even if it is good for me. Barbequed is good. Hot turkey sandwiches, with gravy. Turkey tetrazini. Turkey pot pie. Turkey soup. Turkey and melted cheddar with avocado, bacon, Virginia ham and honey-mustard on sourdough bread. Smoked turkey with pastrami, Swiss cheese, corned beef, cole slaw and Russan dressing on Jewish rye. Turkey breast, provolone, roast beef, lettuce, tomatoes, onions, red wine vinegar, olive oil, garlic salt, oregano, black pepper on toasted Italian bread. Dark meat turkey with cranberry sauce, Hellmann's mayo, on a fresh, buttered hard roll. Are you getting sick, yet?

One of the best meals I've ever had was turkey cutlet in hazelnut sauce, baby carrots, new potatoes and fresh greens. The hazelnut sauce was unbelievable. It was in a little French restaurant in Quebec city, on Canadian Thanksgiving, in early October, about ten, fifteen years ago. I walked out of my hotel, and discovered that most everything in town was closed. I was lucky to have found this place, as I wandered around the walled city. I couldn't figure out why everything was so quiet. There was hardly anybody on the streets. It was early October, I didn't know it was a holiday.

They have to have Thanksgiving early, before they get snowed in, I guess. I saw some candles burning in the windows of this place, so I looked in. There were a few people in there, eating. There was a chalkboard on the door, offering "dinde." That's turkey, in French, I discovered. It was cozy inside, nice and warm, and friendly. They were happy to see me on a holiday. They explained to me about Canadian Thanksgiving. Dinde was the only thing on the menu that day, prix fixe.

Well, I have ancestors in Canada, going back centuries. Buried, I trust. So I thought I'd celebrate two Thanksgivings that year, one early. You can never be too thankful. I got my American dollar's worth. Really good food. Nice people. Actually, it was the best Thanksgiving I've ever had. So, how was yours?

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