This year, my wife and I celebrated our first Thanksgiving together as a married couple. And though we’ve been living together for a number of years, this was the first time we hosted a family Thanksgiving dinner. The house was crowded, but smells of good food filled the air.
Out of the 12, though, I was the only vegetarian, so while everyone else chomped on turkey, I enjoyed my first Tofurky. Yes, the occasional jabs at having a “fake” turkey and the “ewww… that looks disgusting” comments were a bit annoying, but I was happy. The Tofurky was easy enough to cook, about an hour in the oven, basted in an orange juice/soy sauce/brown sugar combo and wrapped in foil with some chopped carrots and potatoes. The end result tasted pretty darn good. The consistency was pretty close to turkey and the stuffing was an added bonus. I still can’t speak highly enough about their gravy: it’s just oustanding. Every person I had try the gravy responded the same way, with a surprised look and a “Wow, that’s good!”
Perhaps the best comment came when my brother-in-law, who is 15, but more open minded than most his age, tried my Tofurky leftovers the day after Thanksgiving. “I’m disappointed,” he said. “I thought I was going to be able to make fun of this, but it’s actually pretty good.”