(Updating last year's Thanksgiving post, because I think it is pretty funny and because, well, I can!)
The annual pardoning of the White House turkey has occurred. The birds, named May and Flower were given formal presidential pardons, a tradition started in 1947 by Harry S Truman. The new twist for this year: the guests of honor were driven to the ceremony in a flex-fuel truck. Yeesh. But they are on their way to Disney World to live out their lives in Disneyesque splendor. Since Thanksgiving is upon us, we here at Blue Crab Boulevard thought it would be a good idea to explore the varieties of turkeys available this year. Most people will eat domestic turkey:
Some will have an intrepid hunter in the family and get to eat some wild turkey:
Some purists will insist on heritage turkeys, the almost forgotten breeds that reputedly taste better than the modern domestic turkey:
Some will be unlucky enough to be served a tofu turkey:
If you are unlucky and get the tofu bird, we recommend a healthy serving of the other Wild Turkey to help kill the taste.
Regardless, have a very happy Thanksgiving, everyone.
Note: Sadly, I am going to be yielding to tradition and actually will be roasting a turkey tomorrow. But maybe next year will have to be the traditional ham and oysters!
In the Virginia story, recounted yesterday by Bush, Capt. John Woodlief, a survivor of the Jamestown settlement's "starving time" who had returned to England, set sail from Bristol with 37 other settlers on the good ship Margaret to seek their fortune in the New World. After a violent storm blew them off course, they waded ashore Dec. 4, 1619 at what is now Berkeley Plantation. They opened their orders from their backers, which stated that they were to drop to their knees immediately and give thanks. Their landing date was to "be yearly and perpetually keept holy as a day of Thanksgiving to Almighty God."
No one knows if they had anything other than old ship rations to eat. Historians surmise that they might have supped on roasted oysters and Virginia ham. The settlers didn't stick around long enough to write it down or develop a tradition: They were wiped out in a Powhatan Indian uprising in 1622. From there, the Virginia Thanksgiving story faded from view, save for a handful of die-hard groups that have been hosting a celebration at Berkeley for decades.
Well, except for the fact that they just got there and didn't have time to kill a pig, much less cure a ham. But, heck, even if they are making the whole thing up, it's one more non-traditional tradition!