Polka-haunt-us, did you remember the corn chips? Lily White, did you spit on the deer?

I was just looking at a website: 

and I have a few questions about Thanksgiving:

  • If the Pilgrims ate Duck, Geese and Swans for Thanksgiving and filled them with herbs, onions and nuts, why do we eat Turkey stuffed with bread?

  • They didn’t have ovens yet, so why do we use ovens if we’re celebrating the first Thanksgiving?

  • Where is the deer roasting on a spit?

  • If the Pilgrims in 1621 ate spinach, lettuce and carrot salad covered with mussels and curd, and ate corn mash seasoned with molasses for dessert, why aren’t we doing it?

If I had to work without an oven, I’d probably be a vegetarian opting for the lettuce and carrot salad, possibly with a little bit of onion or leeks, and a few artichoke hearts.  

Maybe a plum or some grapes for dessert, but smushed cranberries without sugar?  That’s much too sour.   

I’ll forgo the squash, cabbage, and parsnips.

But meat?  Unless someone else killed it and prepared it for cooking first, I’ll eat fish.  

And I think I’ll have to pass on the beans, too.

After all that bean dip and corn chips, you think I’m going into a Teepee with you?

First off, I have never, in my entire life, killed a chicken, duck, deer or turkey. Yes, I’ve cut off fish heads with an ax and some very thick gloves, but not until the damned things were hardly moving.  I’m sure that “mostly dead” isn’t quite the same thing as taking chase.


You’d use so many calories chasing down dinner, plucking and gutting and skinning, it’s hard to imagine a better exercise and weight lifting program than the survival diet.

No meal is better than one that I didn’t have to cook, so this year I give thanks for 

  • all the restaurants that gladly serve Thanksgiving dinner and 

  • all the stores that sell the ready-to-cook turkey carcasses, and 

  • for the fact that I wasn’t one of the Pilgrims elbow deep in deer guts, and

  • for canned cranberry sauce, instant potatoes and a house with heat.

pressure cooker

But most of all, I’m thankful for a husband who knows how to use a pressure cooker.  With a man that gifted, no turkey has a chance.

Especially since it’s already dead.