Remembering the Unturkey

ByPamela Wood Browne

It’s that time of year when we would be looking forward to our Unturkey dinner. I see from my Sitemeter stats that folks are still Googling in vain for the Unturkey as I did last year. Alas, there’s been no miraculous return of that beloved vegetarian alternative. I have to admit that when I see the Tofurky displays, I turn away with a bit of bitterness that a lesser option has survived the marketplace. Oh well, we have our memories…

Update: Video from Unturkey creator on how to create your own!

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  1. Oh! Is this why I couldn’t find the Unturkey this year? I looked everywhere for it.

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