I was confused, since I have heard that song on the radio before but never read about it being banned.
As I was leaving, the turkey guy started yelling, “The bird is done! You’re not gonna leave here without trying any.”
I told him I hate eating fried foods because I’m watching my weight. And fried turkey sounded gross. He kept insisting. At so many parties, people want me to try a drink they mixed or a weird food they cooked. At least this wasn’t a cow eye or chocolate-covered hissing cockroach. I tried a piece of turkey and thought it was okay. But it needed mashed potatoes and gravy.