Turducken!

Each generation has a common thread that unites them. Despite gender, race, or geography, there is a singular experience that all throughout our great land understand. History has given us the Greatest Generation, the Me Generation, and Gen Xers. I do believe that history will look back and judge our parents as the Overcooked Meat Generation. Although they sincerely believed in their souls that they were right, our folks were mistakenly under the impression that every piece of meat on Earth was merely waiting for the right moment to kill us all.

The brothers and sisters of my generation know what I mean. Hamburgers cooked so long they could fool Wayne Gretzky. Steak was thrown on the grill at breakfast and taken off at dinner when it had made the awful transition from succulent beef to rawhide-like jerky. Chicken was baked in the oven so long it traveled back in time and came out as soft boiled eggs. Pork? Sweet mercy, I didn't know pork chops existed until I was in college. I thought pigs were made entirely of bacon! Lurking in every piece of meat were unstoppable hordes of salmonella, trichinosis, and the plague. Each meal could be our last and it was the sacred duty of mom and dad to ensure that charred, flavorless beast-flesh was crammed down our gullets.
This ritual of animal sacrifice came to a climax on the high holy day of overcooking, Thanksgiving. I have looked into the eyes of our enemy, and its name is Turkey. Baked all day in the oven and placed in front of every living relative, it mocked us with its bone dry meat and tight unchewable skin. Each Thanksgiving I felt the turmoil within - A feast! A glorious feast with friends and family and football and yet...It was there. What should be the centerpiece was an abomination! How could I break this destructive cycle?

My friends, I'll tell you how. With the glorious and majestic Turducken! A turkey stuffed with a duck stuffed with a chicken!



All covered in spicy Cajun type seasonings! Each bite was tender and juicy and at last Samantha and I could give thanks. We were free. Free from the evil poultry overlord I call Tur-Kon! Farewell Tur-Kon! Our allegiances now lie with Turducken!

In conclusion, things stuffed with other things that are good:
Turducken

Things stuffed with other things that are bad:
Sandals stuffed with feet wearing socks
34 waist jeans stuffed with 40 inch waists
Mojoulderogs (Mojo stuffed with Shoulders stuffed with Christmas Frog)