Thanksgiving was great today. The last time I spent Thanksgiving day with my family was in 1998, so it's been nice to be able to enjoy eating all the comfortable old family favorites instead of choking down some kind of cranberry or walnut stuffing aberration.
One thing I didn't get to enjoy, however, was the turkey. I've always had an on-again, off-again relationship with meat. It just grosses me out, especially if I have to deal with it in its uncooked state. For a full year or two in high school, I was an absolute vegetarian. Gradually, I started eating meat again once in a while, but I still don't eat ground beef. It just gives me the heebie-jeebies for some reason. This means that I haven't had a proper hamburger in over 11 years.
I was looking forward to the turkey today, though. Then something killed - nay, slaughtered - my appetite: my mom had me prepare the raw turkey for roasting. Nobody else was home and it had to be done right then in order to be ready in time. So I was the one who had to take it out, pick it up in all its raw, gross disgustingness, rinse it off, take out the little sack of innards, etc.
Even though almost a whole day had passed by the time it came out of the oven, ready to eat, I still had the image and feel of the raw turkey in my mind and I just couldn't stomach it. Even typing this is almost making me gag.
I don't know what my problem with meat is. Oh well. At least I got to eat tons of delicious stuffing and turn down a serving of yams (which I hate) without having to worry about hurting anyone's feelings. How was your Thanksgiving?