For the third year, Hubby and I are having a vegetarian Thanksgiving dinner. Why? I feel bad for the turkeys, and the customary “pardon one, slay millions” political theater is terrible theology. This is a Universalist blog, you know.
And besides, what could we possibly use with all that food: the turkey meat and the boatloads of sides? It’s not Westerners ordinarily live with the feast-and-famine — or even feast-and-fast — cycles known in centuries past. Together, we’ve lost a wheelbarrel load of body fat, largely by watching our portions. So I’m preparing us a nice dinner, not too much and bird-free.
