I don't actually enjoy the taste of Turkey, however I will eat it whenever I get a chance. See the thing is that I grew up in the south, more specifically a farming section of the south. I was good friends with my neighbors when I was young and would often visit them in the afternoons, however they owned a pair of turkies. I don't know if they are all like this, but this particular pair of turkies was agressive, they would chase you as soon as you came into the yard, and whereas some of my more urban readers might not be aware, the bastards have gigantic talons that will cut the shit out of you. So for years I would make a mad dash from the gate to the door while being chased by these ugly hateful birds. I eat Turkey not because I enjoy the taste, but because I relish in the spite.