I have become a traitor to my heritage…..

Jimmy, the musical prophet sang…..
“As the son of a son of a sailor
I went out on the sea for adventure

and Cormac adapted….
“As the son of a son of a farmer
I went south as my dad got smarter”

I am the grandson of an Iowan farmer. Specifically, I am the grandson of an Iowan Turkey  farmer. That’s right, until he retired my grandfather raised turkeys. On average he raised over 100,000 turkeys a year. Needless to say, my family always had a couple of turkeys in the freezer.  I grew up eating turkey. Where most families have turkey once, or maybe twice a year, it was not uncommon for my family to occasionally cook a turkey just to have sandwhich meat. Then, of course, there was also turkey and noodles, turkey soup, turkey steaks (steaks cut of turkey breasts breaded and fried), hundreds of ways to prepare turkey, and all of them mouth wateringly good.
Of course, the turkey was ALWAYS the center of both the Thanksgiving and Christmas Dinners. Oh, we had all the side dishes as well: the corn casserole, the green bean casserole, the (disgusting) sweet potato casserole, the home made bread, they were all present, but the bird was the star. What did not feature in our holiday meals was ham. We never had ham at either Thanksgiving or Christmas. In fact, until we moved south when I was 16 my family didn’t eat ham at all, other than as pre-sliced sandwitch meat. Oh sure, occasionally we’d have pork chops, or a pork loin roast, but never a large ham. Kind of odd, but it’s a fact.
Why do I mention all this? Well, let me tell you. For the last three years I’ve been blessed to spend Thanksgiving day with some of the best people on earth, The Members of the House of Three Dragons. Most of the household members gather at Gresch and Chiere’s home, and all of us bring some kind of dish. I make the corn casserole, Luca usually brings a broccoli, rice, and cheese caserole, and there are deserts galore. Gresch usually fries a turkey and (this is what I was getting to) bakes a ham. In fact, we usually have so many people that he fries two turkeys and cooks two hams. Now, the turkey is always good, but, may the souls of my ancestors forgive me, I think I’m finding that I actually like the ham more. I’m sorry Grandpa, but it’s true. I know you are dissapointed in me, but you’ve been disappointed in me since I told you that not only was I not going to become a minister, but I also had no intention of moving back to Nebraska or Iowa.

It’s a day late, I know, but I hope you all had as wonderful a Thankgiving as I did. I hope you were all surrounded by friends and or family.


2 Responses

  1. Paul? is the grandson of an Iowa pig farmer. There you go. Talk about chagrin — when your choice of Thanksgiving meat is slammed by a spouse who genuinely can’t touch the stuff.

    Me? Yeah, turkey for Thanksgiving. But for Christmas, it’s beef or lamb. In a rotisserie.

  2. I am the daughter of a dairy farmer, and I feel the same way every time I eat margarine.

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