COMMENTARY: When I was around 12, both of my parents got laid off from their jobs. They couldn’t afford a turkey, so because of the financial limitations, the six people in my family ate a hummingbird that my mother baked. My father somehow convinced us that we were still upholding the Thanksgiving tradition because we were eating a bird, even though after it was cooked it didn’t even cover a Ritz Cracker. I guess if you’re hungry enough, you’ll believe anything. I can also remember the rest of that day listening to nothing but college football and growling stomachs.
