Turkey Is Not For Me Anymore - October 7, 2014

With Thanksgiving coming up here in good old Canada often people are thinking about turkeys and how they like to prepare them for the gatherings they may be having that day. 

This blog is short, and it’s about something funny that happens and how cute people are about me being vegan and turkeys.

Almost everyone I know at some point in the past several years of my veganism gets excited and has thought that I was going to be eating turkey and were genuinely happy for me around Thanksgiving.

The rule of veganism is nothing that comes from an animal.  When I explain to them how I know turkeys make it to the table just like the chickens on my Grandma and Papa’s farm makes it to the table (I grew up with chickens and not turkeys but I think the way they died are about the same) people suddenly let out exasperated groans and surprised yells because they feel bad for me that I can’t eat it (everyone always feels sorry for me about the way I eat).  Even after I explain why I don't need turkey, seeming to forget that I just explained that the Papa's ax was like a guillotine to those poor chickens I saw growing up is about the same as what happens to many turkeys.

 

Friends and family are quite adorable when they react to the news. Their poor faces drop, bottom lips come out, and they have their hands go up in the air, which makes it quite entertaining to me. I assure them to never feel sorry for me because this is the way I choose to eat now and I am very happy for it… especially when I know, but, don’t say it out loud to anyone, of how grateful I am not eating a turkey and will eat my favourite instead: boiled mashed yams mixed with apple juice and sprinkled with cinnamon. That is delicious to me! Yum!

~Ange