By Jack O. Lantern
‘Head’ Writer/Editor
As a jack-o’-lantern who’s managed to survive decades of Halloweens by avoiding
and/or outsmarting tricksters with airborne pumpkins on their minds, who’s also
successfully stayed away from the pie tin on Thanksgiving, I can relate with
Tom Turkey (no relation to Tom the Turkey Terror, a turkey who goes after
and eats those giving thanks via bird consumption). Tom Turkey, like me, has
also managed to avoid his fate on his respective holiday.
The
two of us -- pumpkin and turkey -- recently sat down at a nondescript coffee
shop in a small town, which I’m unable to disclose due to reasons related to
Tom’s safety at this time of year, and we discussed the holiday season, Tom’s
secret for burning calories, Black Friday and more.
I
arrived at the coffee shop 15 minutes early. Tom wasn’t there yet. I recognized
faces from the crime pages of newspapers long ago-- the place is most likely the witness
protection program’s dumping ground for criminal America. Many turkeys and even
jack-o’-lanterns I hadn’t seen since the early 1900s were also living protected
lives here.
Tom
walked in six minutes before or scheduled interview. He was talking to himself.
“Heather,
does my waddle look straight?” he said to no one I could make out.
Tom
sat down, ordered a coffee and a parfait, and we got down to it.
Jack-o’-Lantern Press: I couldn’t help but
overhear what you were saying as you walked in. So who’s Heather?
Tom Turkey: She’s my right-hand
feather, handles all my appearances after that near disaster on ‘The Emeril’
show. How was I supposed to know he had a new deep fryer that he wanted me to
try?
JLP: Yikes. How old are you, Tom?
TT: Wait, what? Are you carding
me? I’m legal. See? Here’s my I.D. (Goes into his feathers.) Here it is. I know
it doesn’t look like me, but who takes a good picture at the DMV?
JLP: Where do you come from and
where do you reside?
TT: I come from a nest in Iowa.
Just a small town bird living in a lonely world. Right now I’m in hiding. If I
tell your readers where, my goose is cooked, metaphorically speaking.
JLP: What do you do for a
living?
TT: I’m a butcher. (Laughs.)
Kidding. I’m really an accountant, but you’d be surprised how many people fall
for that butcher line.
JLP: What is your biggest
challenge this Thanksgiving season?
TT: (Breaks into song.) Stayin’ alive, ah-ha, ah-ha, stayin’
aliiiiive. Love that tune. Great for dancing, which is also a great way to burn
off all those extra calories after Thanksgiving, by the way. Want to see some
of my moves?
JLP: Sure. (Tom gets out of the
booth, dances.) That’s great. So how have you been able to escape the turkey
platter in the past?
TT: (Sits back down, tries to
catch his breath.) That’s (takes breath) classified (takes another breath)
information (takes a few more breaths). How do I know you aren’t an informant
for a factory farm? Tell you this, though, they don’t call me The Gobbler for
nothing.
JLP: How will you fend off the
turkey carvers this year?
TT: I started a petition asking
the President (of the United States) for a pardon. I offered to send the First
Lady my Vegducken recipe, too. Maybe she’ll put in a good word.
JLP: Do you enjoy this time of
year at all?
TT: Love those Black Friday
sales. I just claw my way to the front of the line. Don’t even think about
trying to beat me out of that 100-inch flat screen. Then it’s home to watch
football, although, unless I put my glasses on, I keep thinking they’re passing
Uncle Frank across the field. We lost him last year. Talk about a fowl.
JLP: What’s your favorite time
of year -- if not this time of year -- and what do you do for fun/where do you
go for fun?
TT: Easter. No one eats turkey
for Easter so we can sit back and chug chocolate eggs with the bunny without
having to keep a lookout for some maniac with a carving knife. Sometimes we
play a little ‘Duck, Duck, Goose.’ Our favorite vacation spot is Turkey. We fit
right in there.
JLP: What do you eat on
Thanksgiving?
TT: I’m partial to a good
Waldorf salad. Seriously, we always get a nice honey-baked ham. Might not be
good for you, but we can’t be eating cousin Mable now, can we? Although, after
she got sloshed last year, the thought did occur. For the vegetarians in the
crowd, we make a nice Tofurky, but we don’t even want to pretend we’re
cannibals. Heather says we have to call it ‘tofu with the flavors of fall’ to
be PC. We wash it down with Wild Turkey -- no relation.
JLP: OK, so I’m gonna fire off
some questions like James Lipton
from ‘Inside the Actors Studio.’ Here we go. What’s your favorite color?
TT: Purple. Was that a trick
question? Do you think all turkeys like the same color? That just ruffles my
feathers.
JLP: What’s your favorite word?
TT: Dessert. In our language it
means the carnage is over.
JLP: What’s your least favorite word?
TT: Two words -- meat
thermometer. I also really detest the phrase ‘gobble gobble gobble.’ It’s a really
demeaning stereotype. We’re strict followers of Miss Manners and Emily Post.
JLP: What profession other than
your own would you like to attempt?
TT: Super Turkey. My feathers
double as a cape and you don’t even want to be in my way if I leap at you from
a tall building.
JLP: What profession would you not want to attempt?
TT: Let’s face it -- being a
ballerina would be embarrassing. I really don’t have the body for it.
JLP: If Turkey Heaven exists,
what would you like to hear the Turkey Gods say when you arrive at the Turkey
Gates?
TT: That is such a common
misperception. There is no such thing as Turkey Heaven. We go to the same one
you do. Which means you might have some ‘splaining to do since y’all are responsible
for us arriving there first.
JLP: I’m proud to say I’ve never
had turkey. I stick to candle wax. So is there anything else you’d like to tell
our readers?
TT: Don’t forget, when you cut
into cousin Rufus, you say ‘Delicious,’ we say, ‘Call the undertaker.’ And
please, they call it Stove Top Stuffing for a reason -- no need to be putting
it up our you-know-whats.
JLP: Tom, it’s been a pleasure
talking with you. I know you’re not really a monster, but, being a talking
turkey, we figured the monster readership of the world would recognize you as a
supernatural being of some sort. I find you quite fascinating.
TT:
Thank you.
And thanks for talking to me. Hey, this was good timing. I think Heather
and I need to leave for an appearance on ‘Top Chef.’ (Talks to himself.) What’s
that, Heather? (Listens.) You don’t think I should do that one either? (Looks
back up.) In that case, we’ll waddle back to Twitter. If any of your readers
want to chat, just follow @TheTomTurkey, but not with a carving knife. I’m
always willing to send turkey scratch to most anyone interested in typing.
