Thanksgiving

by Peter Notehelfer

Does anyone cook
the turkey’s neck anymore?
You know that funny looking thing
all wrapped in crinkled paper & stuffed
with the stiff gizzard & liver & heart
in the cold cold cavern of
the thawing bird 

Was a time when
these delicacies were
cooked down Their savory juices
saved to add to the darker drippings
left in the bottom of the roaster
to make a gravy good enough
to moisten any bird

It’s my favorite
you know Gravy made
with all the crinkly goodies
over dark meat & lumpy white
potatoes whipped with sour
cream lightly peppered
and asparagus

Does anyone cook
the turkey’s neck anymore?
Just holding that funny looking thing
all wrapped in crinkled paper & stuffed
with the stiff gizzard & liver & heart
in one’s warm hands is enough
to make some serve salmon!

How sad . . .

3 Comments to “Thanksgiving”

  1. Yep we do too. Makes for a great addition to the gravy.

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