They all talk about turkey like it's some sort of wonder bird. Like it's a delicious, special meal suitable only for the most special of occasions. And I'm here to tell you, they're all lying to you and they're lying to themselves. Is turkey in such short supply that it simply can't be found any other time of the year? Does it descend from on high at only the most sacred times? Only an idiot would believe so. Why then, turkey, don't they eat you every meal? Where are the Monday night turkey tenders? Who exactly is feasting on a McTurkey when they swing by those golden arches?
See, the truth is, compared to chicken, it's dry, it's unappealing and it's carried solely by nostalgia and routine. And I don't even have to go any further than that, because you know, and deep down you've ALWAYS known. Turkey simply can't compete with chicken, the real main event.
