I can eat cooked chicken, I can cut a cooked chicken and I am not bothered by chicken remains.

But, I cannot buy a raw chicken.  It was on the list of groceries and I had to tell POB (partner of blogger) that I could not cope with that.   The chicken is well, recognizable as a chicken, although it is headless and dead.  And there is always a scare about bacteria with a raw, dead, chicken.

Meat is so much easier, because you don’t see the cow. 

Thanksgiving is a nightmare in this regard.  Not just some small bird, but a huge beast that is so big it needs a special pan.  And then people talk about dressing the turkey.  Work with me on this.  On the start of Thanksgiving Day, there is a naked, dead, headless turkey with a plastic bag holding the gizzards stapled to it.  Loooooooooovely.  Does dressing the turkey make us feel better about a roasted dead, headless, naked bird on our dinner table? And what message am I sending to my son and brother-in-law who are bird nerds?  That we will eat you one day?  (We are tough family, but we only figuratively chew people up and spit them out.)

AND, eating leftovers means reliving this for a week. 

So, this year: BRISKET.