I was reading the paper this morning (the Dutch Volkskrant), and I read an article that said that Dutch turkeys were safe until Easter – apparently, the Dutch still don’t eat much turkey, and Germans mass-order at Easter, not Christmas.
This has got to change. Not because I think turkeys shouldn’t be allowed to live long and happy lives, but because roasting an entire turkey is something magical that fits very well with Christmas. Imagine, everyone is busy at home, wrapping presents, playing games, fighting with each other, eating too much crap, enjoying the snow, and in between all this organized chaos, you’re checking on the turkey every hour, basting it, smelling the sweet smell of turkey and stuffing. You call for your significant other, or your kid, or your mom to come help you, and at the end of the day, when the family is sitting around a dinner table piled high with so much good food, you come in with a magnificent bird that everyone oohs and awes over. Sounds good, right?
Plus, if this tableau isn’t your thing, turkey is just plain delicious. It has a more defined taste than chicken, and it’s healthy, and it goes well with everything. Think turkey bits in enchiladas, or turkey burgers, or minced turkey with pasta. My local supermarket occasionally carries it, but it’s expensive enough that I don’t buy it regularly – only when it’s discounted. Then I stick it in the freezer and spend days planning what I’m going to do with it. I can’t wait until I’m living in a house with a good oven, and I can roast an entire turkey all by myself and eat myself sick on the stuffing.
I think it’s clear: I take my turkey seriously. Now all I need is for the rest of the Dutch population to do the same.