Never name your dinner

It being Thanksgiving, my mind just naturally gravitated toward food and especially Turkey. A short story was brought to mind. My fathers mother passed away shortly after his birth. His father remarried a lady named Lina. Dad never went to live with his " Aunt Lina " as he was apt to refer to her. She had two sons with my Grandfather and Dad called them his brothers. I guess it was one of those complicated family things. As a child I never questioned any of that. Never gave it a thought to tell you the truth. That is the beauty of childhood you just accept things the way they are . Anyway,she purchased a young turkey one year for the express purpose of raising it for Thanksgiving dinner. A pen was constructed and this bird was aptly named, Tom. Cliche I know but Tom it was. Every year along about November Aunt Lina would survey that bird. Each year she thought maybe he would grow just a little bit more. Every year Tom received a stay of execution. I remember seeing this big old Turkey in his pen. He would just struct about and make a lot of noise if you got too close. In the end Tom died of old age. I learned a lesson from that, never name your dinner !
I was relating this tale to a co-worker when I noticed we sell Turkey Bacon. Not being weight conscious or having cholesterol issues I pay little attention to this stuff. Turkey bacon,really ? Is it turkey or is it bacon ? What sort of mad science is this ? Or is it some form of unnatural coupling ? Then I noticed a another product, scalloped potatoes and bacon. Bacon again. I also saw bacon flavored,key word flavored, dip. What is with all this bacon ? Is the pig trying to replace the turkey ?
Why can't we just leave things alone ? Turkey is turkey and bacon is bacon. It is just not natural I tell you.
Well,whatever you decide on for your Thanksgiving dinner, enjoy. Give thanks for all that you have.
                                                 Happy Thanksgiving