Thanksgiving Spirit? Bah, Humbug!

November 30, 2010

Adding sage, cornbread, and insult to injury

I'm standing in my kitchen with a turkey's neck in my hand, and I'm screaming.

I am wholly unprepared for the qualities that make this hunk of meat identifiable; as a person who was raised on a primarily vegetarian diet, I have next to no experience cooking meat, and anything I eat is mercifully doused in spices that make the taste of flesh almost imperceptible. So imagine my surprise when I reached in to the turkey's body cavity the day before Thanksgiving, and out came what looked like an enormous, fleshy umbrella handle.

Let me make it perfectly clear: I do not pity turkeys. They're unbearably stupid creatures, ones who, I've been informed, actually drown when it rains because they stare at the sky with their mouths open.  But there is still something oddly disconcerting about looking at a bird whole, its identifiable, dismembered limbs lying in my hand. In hindsight it's funny, but in the moment it was like a scene from The Godfather, as if the neck were left there by someone who wanted me to know that I was next.

So why am I pulling pieces of a dead animal out of its own ass? It’s for a holiday, one with a purpose that is murky at best. 

photo courtesy of Priyanka Mantha

The Thanksgiving mythology that we were all fed in elementary school has long been debunked by historical fact. But let us suppose, as some individuals suggest, that we acknowledge the evils of this history while simultaneously embracing the spirit of the mythology: the cross-cultural harmony that the Native Americans' and Pilgrims' sharing a meal implies. Does Thanksgiving, then, have the potential to be a holiday where we aspire to unity?

Reminders like Victoria’s post, on images of Thanksgiving at a Japanese relocation camp, make even that aspiration hard to swallow.

But let’s say we'll refrain from over-analyzing the holiday and just make it about being thankful for what we have today, for family togetherness, and an abundance of good food.

Even on a micro scale at a family dinner, the sentiment is difficult to cope with. Every family has alcoholics, workaholics, a republican or two, and is complicated and broken in some way that inevitably takes the taste out of the cranberry sauce. Even when my family and I managed to put together a delicious Thanksgiving dinner for forty guests, complete with a stuffed turkey and every kind of Indian curry imaginable, we still had baggage to deal with. Pretending otherwise only seems to highlight the ways in which we fall short of a fictitious ideal. Despite this, on a personal level, the desire to come together seems more constructive, and less nefarious than masking historical fact with the spirit of historical fiction.

photo courtesy of Priyanka Mantha

So why was I groping around in the dark body cavity of one of the dumbest animals on the planet?  I’m not certain anymore. The meaning of this holiday is different for everyone; for some it represents family, for others an act of charity gone horribly awry, and the turkey is just wondering where his neck is. For now, I’m glad I was capable of sticking its neck in the freezer and forgetting about it for a night, cooking the bird, and eating it with my family. Because it tasted delicious, and for the moment, that was enough.  

Contributor: 

Priyanka Mantha

Columnist

Born in Aurora, Colorado, Priyanka Mantha grew weary of the fresh mountain air at the tender age of two and a half, when she urged her family to pack their bags and head for smoggy Los Angeles, California. Today, Priyanka lives in Washington D.C. where she continues to pursue her passion for social justice, writing, and theatre. In the near future, she hopes to commit small acts of mayhem. Immediate projects include releasing lawn gnomes back to their natural habitat. Applications for potential co-conspirators are being accepted on a rolling basis.

Comments

Comments

I don't really think it's important to consider the history of Thanksgiving, only what it means for individual families and cultures.  As long as everyone remembers to be thankful for their families and loves ones, Thanksgiving will always be important. You do a great job of articulating my own feelings!   And turkeys are ridiculously stupid. Great job!!!
A great but gruesome look at Thanksgiving ritual. As more holidays dawn, I hope to read more about your personal holiday traditions.
There are plenty of things I'd love to UN-do about Thanksgiving: 1) The "historical fiction" tells the story of an artificial harmony. I wonder if this artificial harmony applies to what you were saying about each family's baggage. Of course, one is fictitious (a mask) and the other is very real. 2) It is sad that this is one of the only days that the country pays widespread attention to Native American history and acknowledges their historical, very important yet oft neglected presence in the Americas. Sad. 3) It's the big bang beginning to over month of disgusting over-consumption. Of food, of gas (and travel), of unecessary shopping justified only by blowout sales, etc. etc. Oh well, we are in the United States BUT.. You're right. At least there is a day dedicated to being thankful, to counting our blessings, to reaching out to those who may not be as fortunate as we are. It's a day where we can realize the truth about Thanksgiving and are made aware of the misguided ways we celebrate it, and a day where we can make a commitment to change that. Holla to my family. I am thankful to being alive. It was a good Thanksgiving, I'd say. And it certainly looks like you had a delicious one as well. Cheers.
There are plenty of things I'd love to UN-do about Thanksgiving: 1) The "historical fiction" tells the story of an artificial harmony. I wonder if this artificial harmony applies to what you were saying about each family's baggage. Of course, one is fictitious (a mask) and the other is very real. 2) It is sad that this is one of the only days that the country pays widespread attention to Native American history and acknowledges their historical, very important yet oft neglected presence in the Americas. Sad. 3) It's the big bang beginning to over month of disgusting over-consumption. Of food, of gas (and travel), of unecessary shopping justified only by blowout sales, etc. etc. Oh well, we are in the United States BUT.. You're right. At least there is a day dedicated to being thankful, to counting our blessings, to reaching out to those who may not be as fortunate as we are. It's a day where we can realize the truth about Thanksgiving and are made aware of the misguided ways we celebrate it, and a day where we can make a commitment to change that. Holla to my family. I am thankful to being alive. It was a good Thanksgiving, I'd say. And it certainly looks like you had a delicious one as well. Cheers.