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Thanks, but no Thanksgiving for me



Thanksgiving is a holiday without a heart.  A feast without a focus.

Forget the hoopla about "gratitude" for good health, good fortune, good families, good jobs.

Let's get real.

We're together for two reasons;  to watch football and eat turkey.

Too much turkey.

Never eat food with a face.  


"Turkeys have faces. Sweet, sad little faces."
Not at my house, however.

My daughter was only in second grade when her teacher organized a field trip to a local turkey producer.

The experience changed her life.

"Turkeys have faces," she said when she came home.   "Sweet, sad little faces."

She couldn't spell "vegetarian."

But she was one.

Bad mommy.  Bad, bad mommy. 

I was a single mother, and not that good at it.

While other mothers relied on family recipes for turkey dressing, I roasted a bland, milky brown tofurkey, stewed wild rice, baked gluten free pumpkin pie.
I was determined to seduce my daughter into a wild love for Thanksgiving.
No dice.
“I refuse to celebrate the exploitation of Native Americans,” she said. “Why do we participate in a tradition that elevates Euro-Americans over indigenous people?”
Huh?
This is what happens when you push a child to think for herself.

Teach your parents well


According to the Calorie Control Council, the average American will consume more than 4500 calories and 229 grams of fat on Thanksgiving day.
Left to our national traditions of greed and overeating, most of us will gain an additional ten pounds by the close of 2014.

The legacy of mommy guilt


Every parent knows that the old adage is dead wrong.
You can bend the twig — but the tree doesn't care about your soy-based mushroom dressing. The damn twig will grow as it chooses.
Today, my daughter and her husband celebrate their own traditions.
Instead of using the Thanksgiving weekend to overeat, they ski Lutsen, hike the Sawbill, travel to Chicago and catch a show.
My grandchildren are destined to grow up strong, healthy and light — never knowing the sleepy consequences of consuming massive quantities of L-tryptophan and carbohydrates.
I guess that's something to be thankful for.
Maybe I wasn't such a bad mommy after all.


















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  1. Same thing at my house! Hope we can say our kids turned out as good as your girl! Thanks!

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