Thanksgiving. America’s favorite holiday that celebrates America’s favorite pastime–rapid consumption of calories.
Unfortunately, Thanksgiving will always be burdened by two inconvenient truths:
- Everything you were taught about the first Thanksgiving is shit.
- Confining your entire extended family to one living room is shit.
With these truths in mind, the importance of the Thanksgiving meal itself multiplies. This is a holiday for eatin’, and your only goal is to ensure the eatin’ is good.
To ensure you don’t ruin Thanksgiving and possibly the entire dynamic of your family, I will happily bestow upon you my personal list of Thanksgiving’s most overrated foods:
Green Bean Casserole
“You know what would really compliment these savory mashed potatoes, these rich, delicious pies?
“What’s that, honey?”
“The worst vegetable of all time, but we make it really fucking creamy for some reason and crumble up some stale Funyons on top”
I was not at the Thanksgiving dinner when green bean casserole was first added to the menu, but I am confident that’s how history’s darkest day played out.
I will never understand why green bean casserole has a roster spot on Team Thanksgiving. Green bean casserole is the worst. Green bean casserole told the teacher she forgot to collect the homework. Green bean casserole starts most of its sentences with “I’m not racist, but…”. Green bean casserole claps all the end of movies. Green bean casserole thinks Ben Carson has some good ideas.
Does anyone actually eat cranberry sauce? I feel like cranberry sauce is placed on the table just for looks–a charming bowl of dark red mush, nothing more than a festive garnish.
When dinner is done, the turkey carcass is exposed, the mashed potatoes linger as starchy grains of sand, the bread basket is barren…and the cranberry sauce completely untouched. Actually, somehow there’s more cranberry sauce in the bowl than before. God felt SO bad for cranberry sauce, he made more imcuately appear in the bowl, hoping to get your attention–and you still ignored cranberry sauce. AND you ignored God.
Rolls are what you eat when you’re still hungry, but the only food left is the green bean casserole and the cranberry sauce God made.
You wait and wait for the mecca of the Thanksgiving meal to be served. The capital city of Thanksgiving Town. The Christmas of Thanksgiving dishes. Finally, your darling mother walks in the room, displaying a perfectly cooked turkey.
“I spent five hours basting this turkey, and it’s cooked to perfection”, your mother proudly claims, and you think, “cool mom I’ve done a lot of shit in my life too just set the bird down”.
You take a few pieces of dark meat, a few pieces of light meat. You penetrate the turkey with your miniature trident, slowly lifting the meat into your mouth and introduce it to your hot, wet, single friend, “taste buds”.
And it tastes sooooo…..turkey-y.
It’s just turkey. You knew how it was going to taste, you eat turkey like once a week. And it’s alright I guess? It’s just turkey. It’s a white meat that taste and looks an awful lot like chicken. It’s just turkey.
Sorry to ruin your holiday, but come on. It’s just turkey.
Ugh mom stop serving Flubber at Thanksgiving nobody likes it why cant we be a normal family.