Since I'm a Canadian, of course we had Thanksgiving last month. But that shouldn't prevent me from wishing our neighbors across the border a happy holiday.
Thanksgiving, of course, brings up the notion of turkey. As a single urban man, I'm not the type who'd buy a huge bird. (Getting through the leftovers would be absolute murder). I do have a recipe for turkey roll, using a turkey breast flattened by a mallet, but since it's in a book that's still in print I won't reproduce it here in detail.
There is, however, one form of turkey which is perfectly appropriate for middle-aged bachelors to consume.