What would you do…
when it’s Thanksgiving morning in Spain and you open the bag of giblets, and there is the turkey head staring out at you, are you supposed to boil it up too with the heart and liver and neck?
I wondered. The idea of Tom the Turkey staring out of the pot at me all morning didn’t sit too well with me.
I couldn’t do it.
I then realized that required me to get the head off the neck. The knife was of no help. I finally did have to wring the birds neck. I understand that expression now.
I thought of my experience with the Spanish turkey head yesterday morning as I began the traditional Thanksgiving meal prep work. Now that I’m back in the States, the biggest worry I had was sneaking the boiled neck for myself before someone caught me. Everyone has their favorite part you know! What’s yours?