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Thanksgiving, food blogs, and the correct way to treat a sweet potato

Normally at Anouchka Talks, I opt for original writing.  Sometimes that writing is complete shit, but at least it's my own.  No one can accuse me of plagiarizing when I only write in a self-involved manner, as though I'm the only person in the world with thoughts...

...which I often am.

Anyway, in light of the recent Thanksgiving holiday, I thought it would be appropriate to share a Thanksgiving-related post.  Some time between the end of October and the beginning of November, I start salivating over the thought of one of the biggest feasts of the American calendar.  However, this past year, I quit eating poultry of all kinds.  I've seen enough of the torture victims throughout America's chicken and turkey farms to make me want to vomit every time a dead bird comes within a foot of my face.  It really is atrocious what we will do to save a couple of dollars.*

But I digress.  The bottom line is this:  When you give up poultry, you miss out on a lot of things at Thanksgiving.  So many of our classic dishes are made with either the broth from the turkey or with chicken stock (*gag!*):  stuffing, green bean casserole, mashed potatoes, gravy...  What is left to eat other than the beautiful sweet potatoes that are sacrilegiously topped with that marshmallow-brown sugar shit???

Then I came across this blog post from Thug Kitchen, which about sums up my feelings towards the Thanksgiving Sweet Potato Tragedy.  I couldn't have put it better myself, so I'll just post the link here:

(A NOTE ABOUT THIS BLOG:  If you are offended by profanity, better skip this post.)

*Fortunately, Habibi and I tricked both of our families into tasting a vegetarian turkey roast this year, and -after nearly having a meltdown- I ended up getting my favorite Thanksgiving vice before the weekend came to an end:  canned cranberry sauce.  Don't judge.

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