Orphans, dead parents, lonely children at Christmas, morose spoken word recordings, everything you love about the holidays. Move the turkey over so you can fit your head in the oven.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I'm one of these people that if I have a nice holiday - like I have had in Turkey repeatedly - I go back a lot.
In deference to American traditions, my family put our oven to rare use at Thanksgiving during my childhood, with odd roast-turkey experiments involving sticky-rice stuffing or newfangled basting techniques that we read about in magazines.
My parents came from little, so they made a choice to give a lot: buying turkeys for homeless shelters at Thanksgiving, delivering meals to people in hospices, giving spare change to those asking for it.
Thanksgiving was always a favorite holiday for me. The preparation was fun! My grandma and I would walk to the butcher on Jamaica Avenue in Queens, order the bird, and buy all the fixings at the market.
I have nothing against turkey. We eat turkey for Thanksgiving in my house.
I absolutely adore Thanksgiving. It's the only holiday I insist on making myself.
During the holiday season, Christmas specifically, it can be hard to be away from family and friends.
A lot of Thanksgiving days have been ruined by not carving the turkey in the kitchen.
Christmas was the one time of year when my brothers surfaced at home, when my parents and grandparents congregated to eat my mother's roast turkey.
I inherited the old family turkey farm, and I'm turning it into a fun place to go for my kids.