Turkey Sandwich Puns

Wait, wrong sub.

...but I would say it was rubenesque.

I told her she better start trying alternatives soon, it's going to be hard to quit eating her current lunch cold turkey.

"Yeah, I'm quitting cold turkey."

Hey guys. As I'm sure most of you know, it's currently Thanksgiving in Canada. This time of year for me has, in the past, caused a lot of issues in my life.

To give a little bit of background on me, I'm usually an extremely healthy and fit guy, as I play high-level sports and have a physically demanding job. However, for much of my life, my willpower began to crumble around this time of year.

I first started taking my diet seriously when I was about 12 years old. I had some kind of realization where like, I dunno, I started looking at how jacked these movie stars were and was all, "wow, I want to be that cool too." Judging by the bowl cut I had when I was 12, my perception of cool may have been a little skewed, but I digress.

Anyhow, it was my first Thanksgiving where everything started falling apart. One of my relative's families ended up no-showing for dinner, so we were left with a load of Thanksgiving leftovers. For the next week, every single meal or snack I had was Thanksgiving themed. Sandwich? Turkey sandwich. Breakfast? Let's dollop some cranberry sauce on that bad boy. By the next week, my BGC (blood gravy content) was probably at like 1.0%.

You'd think I'd be sick of holiday food after that. But no. I loved it.

The tradition of refrigerated Thanksgiving snacks continued throughout the rest of my teen years. Like clockwork, the numbers on the scale would significantly jump upwards in October, with Halloween candy adding an extra layer of calories on top. By the time I reached 17, my waist had begun noticeably ballooning, and I realized it was all due to Thanksgiving turkey. Sure, I had some at Christmas and sometimes at Easter, but never like that. My mother would encourage this habit, making more food each year to be stuffed into our packed refrigerator.

The movie star bod I wanted for so much at the age of 12 was slipping a way. I needed to put an end to this.

Flash forward to October 2015, age 18. I had made a vow: I never again would place such putrid poultry onto my tastebuds. And ever since that fateful week of 2014, my vow had held true.

Each Thanksgiving, I can feel that craving for chilled turkey knocking on the refrigerator door of my fragile ego. For three years, I've held strong. But when will the garrison fall? When will that soft, biting flesh of the big bird smash it's way back into my life.

But so far, I've quit cold turkey.

So Iran to the fridge to Pakistan-wich. Unfortunately the Turkey had too much Greece and it ruined my fine China. i gave up on the sandwich because it was Kabul shit and i instead ate a Cuba sugar to Sweden my disposition. i still cant make a proper sandwich, Israeli hard.

"Hey dad, I'm going to head out to the store for a sandwich right quick"

"Why? We have turkey and ham in the fridge."

I open the door expecting deli meats. Nope, a 7 lb ham and two 10 lb turkeys.

So I'm 25 years old, work full time, live at home, and my dad still makes my lunch. Today I texted my dad after I bit into my turkey sandwich because something seemed to be different about this turkey. My dad proceeded to classically dad joke me.

Me: weird turkey

Dad: blackened

Me: idk how I feel about it

Dad: think the turkey felt the same way