Happy Thanksgiving everyone! In the spirit of the day, while everyone is enumerating what they are thankful, I thought I would turn the conversation toward a much more cheery topic: murder.
Today, 45 million turkeys will be eaten. Which means that 45 million birds were killed. That is 1/6 of the annual turkey consumption in the US, which averages about 13.8 pounds per person. And I was an active participant in this nationwide poultry extermination. The bird my family consumed was a free range bird from Quail Hollow Farm in Nevada. I know how she lived and how she died. And I feel pretty good about that.
The following pictorial log chronicles the fate of Joyce, our thanksgiving turkey.
From here, my father would traditionally would take her remains and make her into soup. But this year, we are going to use what remains as bait for crabbing. In that sense, she will continue to feed us for many days.
So, to give thanks, I will say thanks to my friends and family, and Quail Hollow for making this Thanksgiving so wonderful. And special thanks to Joyce for the meals, the learning, the entertainment, and the memories at which she was the center.
UPDATE: photos are missing from the evisceration process. Bloody, fatty hands are not conducive to photo documentary.