Today’s Holidailies prompt is “Your Most Memorable Feast.”
I like food. A lot. I can’t say that I’ve had any super fancy feasts though. But the one that immediately springs to mind involves Turducken.
Yes. Turducken. Concentric poultry, as my friends like to call it.
During college, Turducken somehow became a running joke among my group of friends. I’m not sure why, and I don’t even remember what the joke was at this point. Either way, we were always referring to Turducken, though none of us had actually eaten it before. Clearly, that was a problem that needed to be rectified.
I think Mary Beth did the ordering. I’m not sure of the process, but I know that one day, a styrofoam box appeared in front of her door. We were fascinated by the idea that you could get meat mailed to you.
Next came the actual feasting. Of course, we couldn’t just eat Turducken – we also needed a side salad. Some greens to go with our meat so maybe our arteries wouldn’t totally clog up upon consumption of concentric poultry. So we bought salad. And stole salad dressing from the dining hall. This was again a Mary Beth tactic – she filled ziplocs with salad dressing, stuck them in her coat pockets, and the dining hall monitors were none the wiser. Unless they read this blog, of course.
Sadly, for me, at least, the Turducken didn’t live up to the hype. I think maybe I just don’t like duck. Or maybe I don’t like giant slabs of concentric poultry. But even so, it was definitely a ridiculous adventure. And it taught me to never make a joke out of meat. I might just end up having to eat my words.
Step one was procuring the delicious meat.