In this Boing Boing thread, I suggest eel-stuffed turkey:
Ryuthrowsstuff
Eels too!
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Hmmm… I wonder if stuffing the bird with eels is The Way? A Turduckeel perhaps. This assumes eels would cook properly (SWAG:most likely yes) and eels are actually good. I’ve never had ’em, since I’m open-the-sluices-at-both-ends-style shellfish allergic and avoid most ocean creatures that aren’t fish.
I might be am high. Legally. I intend to visit this tomorrow and review my thoughts. But I welcome your thoughts, high or not.
And that summarizes the argument I have with my family every year about why we should have something else.
That got me thinking: I’m gong to propose switching one of Thanksgiving (Canukian, but our fall festival meal is similar to USians’) or Xmas to something beefy. Like a top quality tenderloin done as a Beef Wellington.
My tradition (white, omnivore, old-adjacent CIS male who had to look up what CIS meant two years ago…) has been:
Xmas = Turkey
Thanksgiving=Turkey Easter = Ham
May Two-Four=BBQ
Putting a beef dish at Thanksgiving would break the current turkey domination in the latter half of the year.
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Anything like mackerel from the northeast corner of North America?
Eels are fish.
Cool! So most likely not vomit educing. Here’s the problem… when I get the purge due to shellfish (last was shrimp, which I learned are “standard” in an egg roll served in Alberta ~20 years ago; that would be “special” here), it lasts ~36-48 hours and is very unpleasant. Like I’m pretty sure I vomited my anus a few times. It must grow back…
That instance was also terrifying. I was in Edmonton, AB, finished work early, had a red-eye back to Toronto at midnight-ish. Order delivery to my room; always get an egg roll. It’s my Chinese food desert. Eat, shower, grab a nap.
The purge starts at 9pm while I was talking to my wife while prepping to bug out of the hotel. Felt the first wave coming, put the phone down, made it to the loo just in time. My poor wife had no idea what was going on as I dealt with this initial, largest, wave. A good five minute before it’s safe to leave the bathroom and tell her what happened.
I adjusted my flight 24 hours later. No way, no how, could I get on a plane that night. Had a small fight with our accountant over the flight change fee. After explaining why, he relented.
So I approach anything from the sea with great suspicion. It’s more a mind thing. Which is bad, ’cause I like clams, lobster, shrimp, etc. Yet I still get a lurch when I smell seafood.
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