So on Thanksgiving I had to carve the turkey. Even though I am a grown 39-year old man, a father of two, a divorced family guy who has seen my fair share of November dining rooms, it was the first time I ever carved a turkey.
I think it’s for the same reason I’ve never been a big grill monger— I have 5 older brothers who took care of that stuff. There’s a long line in my family for wielding a knife and/or starting fires. I was content to provide comic relief.
But I had to do it last Thursday because we were at Deirdre’s house and no one else wanted to do it. So I looked it up on the internet and found some good instructions.
To my surprise, it’s really not about cutting. It’s about dismantling. The legs, the wings, etc. Decrementing. Makes sense, though. Plastering is all about putting big gobs of plaster on and taking off artfully. Sculpture is about removing that which isn’t your object.
Before you carve the turkey next year, take it apart.