Well, life's funny sometimes, ain't it?
I'd like to preclude today's post with a little something I read recently:
"Americans, let's face it: We've been a spoiled country for a long time. Do you
know what the number one health risk in America is? Obesity. They say we're in
the middle of an obesity epidemic. An epidemic like it is polio. Like we'll be
telling our grandkids about it one day. The Great Obesity Epidemic of 2004.
'How'd you get through it, Grandpa?' 'Oh, it was horrible Johnny, there was
cheesecake and pork chops everywhere.'"
-- Comedian Greg Giraldo, from "Underwear Goes Inside the Pants" by Lazy Boy
With that said, I segue now into today's observation.
Thanksgiving is upon us, and all the world's population (Except for those little Etheopian kids. And France.) will be gathered around their respective dining room tables for a moment of wholesome family togetherness, and unabashed
gluttony. It's a time for
Football...
reflection... and enough triptophane to stop
Grandpa's heart.
But mostly it's about
Turkey.
Really, only once a year do we all get a chance to appreciate the
Turkey for what it is. Sure, up until November we've all had our share of
Turkey sandwiches, or
Turkey... umm... hot dogs? What the hell else do you do with a
Turkey except make sandwiches?
Turkey penny loafers?
Sorry. As I was saying, only once a year do we get to see that beautiful golden bird in all it's glory. Lovingly basted in it's own meaty juices, with an aroma that fills the house and makes your nervous system lock up everytime mom or grandma open the oven door.
"Is it done yet? Is it done? Did the
Turkey look done? How about the button? Did it pop? Whaddayamean it's not a Butterball? It's been cooking since four fucking A.M., is it done yet? BACK AWAY FROM THE OVEN, GRANDMA. DADDY NEEDS HIS FIX."
But I have sad news for you America. They're trying to take it all away from us. The anticipation. The scoldings caused by pre-meal snacking. The shifty "
Turkey eye". They're taking it away, America.
For
this.
Now, for those of you who don't have broadband I'll explain what's being displayed while the others are (hopefully) being horrified beyond the limits of their own sanity.
Deep fried turkey.
SEE? SEE WHAT IT DOES? It robs the capital T from turkey, and leaves the word naked and violated. It takes a reminder of a beautiful moment, and makes it cheap 'n' dirty. Like a used condom your little brother found in the trash.
"Look! What's this?"
"It's nothing! Don't touch that! Throw it away!"
See, I've heard about
deep fried turkey. Just like I've heard that women have sexual relations in exchange for small amounts of crack cocaine. But hearing about a
crack whore, and seeing a
crack whore are two completely different things.
After watching this video, I witnessed two individuals completely crap on an American institution that's been around since America was friggin' NAMED America. One person was a young, hip male chef employed by the food network in order to give lonely housewives something to fantasize about while folding their husbands laundry. (You may email me at
kungfuporcupine@hotmail.com, but do try to at least spell "chauvinist" correctly.) The other person was a young attractive girl... who I believe had never seen a turkey before. Maybe
not even a turkey sandwich.
So there they are, making every effort to get through a five minute spot on how to destroy a turkey without tearing each other's clothes off, and over they prance to a fourty quart pot leading a platoon of bottles filled with peanut oil.
*Prance prance prance*
"Isn't ruining tradition fun, Bambi?"
So using some very clever scientific tricks they pulled from an episode of
McGuyver, they measure the necessary amount of liquid needed to deep fry a turkey.
And fry it they did.
Oh ye gods, to see this 22 pound beauty methodically stabbed with a horse syringe full of "seasonings" and transformed into a
heroine junkie before being slowly lowered into a bubbling pot of grease and evil... well... it made me a little sad... and then a little afraid.
Had the
terrorists won?
"Oh, think of the time you'll save! By boiling poultry in fourty quarts of oil, you'll be closer to your family... and
Allah!"
Okay, my point here is pretty simple. We as a society are too dependant on
convenience. We want quick, easy, and a teflon surface you clean with a paper towel. But I just want to say that time, effort, and patience are the ingredients needed to make a little dish I like to call...
fucking appreciation.