Ever since I wrote this seven years ago it’s been a yearly tradition to update it and post it here on the blog for Thanksgiving. Hope you enjoy it, and I hope you enjoy a wonderful holiday week with the ones you love.
I’ve noticed a disturbing trend over the last few years that seems to gain more and more popularity every Thanksgiving. I’m not sure who started it, but I want to stop it, and I’m asking for your help.
The trend in question is the overuse of the word ‘tryptophan’. Yes, that mystery substance in turkey that supposedly makes your eyelids heavy after Thanksgiving dinner. Come the fourth Thursday in November, tryptophan is everyone’s favorite three-syllable word.
It seems like only yesterday that attributing your post-turkey drowsiness to this little-known amino acid made you sound smart and well-read. But these days, everyone and their mother-in-law thinks they know why that gravy-covered piece of poultry induces thousands of couch comas every year*. The power of tryptophan has become common knowledge, filed somewhere between “black licorice tastes like the devil’s farts” and “nobody cares about your political rants on Facebook”.
*It should be noted that lots of smart folks believe your post-turkey nap has very little to do with the trace amount of tryptophan found in turkey. As it turns out, tryptophan works best on an empty stomach. So maybe the real reason we sleep after our Thanksgiving meal is because we’ve consumed enough food to feed the entire cast of Modern Family for a week.
My goal is to rid the country of the tryptophan myth one family gathering at a time.
My plan is equal parts idiocy and genius.
My request is that you join me in helping separate tryptophan from the fabric of thanksgiving.
Here’s the plan: