The Zombie Turkeys of Planet Tryptophan
It's that time of year again when I go a bit crazy with my box of recipe cards and vegetable peeler. It would also be that time of year when our museum's garden journal would be chock full of drawings depicting demonic pumpkin pies, lurking zombie turkeys, and terrified diners. I don't know why, but my brain tends to draw the macabre side of holiday feasts and everyday food items. In one entry I had a poor explorer with a very large cup of coffee running away from a pack of very angry donut-people. Unfortunately, the garden journal disappeared one day and was never seen again.
The strange thing about all of this is that this could be a creative reaction to a mild case of food poisoning I experienced a while back during one family Thanksgiving. I don't know the particular food item that started it, but my digestive system wasn't the same after that. It's only now that my system is getting back to normal. I've made a note to myself to watch what sort of dishes my relatives bring to the Thanksgiving buffet, and if it looks dubious then leave it alone. It still doesn't quell the anxiety I feel though. Any food item could be suspect, and since our background is Filipino, most of the dishes aren't your typical/traditional Thanksgiving entrée or side dish. Some of our family members are still trying to erase the memory of a dessert one of my uncles brought in. I don't think I'm capable of describing it, but its horror was the benchmark to which the unsavory dessert of each subsequent Thanksgiving would be compared.
The strange thing about all of this is that this could be a creative reaction to a mild case of food poisoning I experienced a while back during one family Thanksgiving. I don't know the particular food item that started it, but my digestive system wasn't the same after that. It's only now that my system is getting back to normal. I've made a note to myself to watch what sort of dishes my relatives bring to the Thanksgiving buffet, and if it looks dubious then leave it alone. It still doesn't quell the anxiety I feel though. Any food item could be suspect, and since our background is Filipino, most of the dishes aren't your typical/traditional Thanksgiving entrée or side dish. Some of our family members are still trying to erase the memory of a dessert one of my uncles brought in. I don't think I'm capable of describing it, but its horror was the benchmark to which the unsavory dessert of each subsequent Thanksgiving would be compared.