The Cranberry Sauce Has Something to Say
Briefly

I’m very, very sad. O.K.? Hurt, humiliated, a little fed up maybe. Whatever you want to call it, something clearly isn't right here, and we... I was about to say we all know it, but judging from the looks on all of your faces, I seem to be the only one who thought there was a problem.
Am I correct? Wow. All right. Unbelievable. There goes a whole year spent planning this moment to a T, but you know what-hey, no problemo.
I guess it's my fault for assuming I was anything more than a glorified dipping sauce to you people. Look, do you think I don't see what you see? I'm repulsive. I stick out like a sore thumb.
Just the cold, wet afterthought to a piping-hot feast cooked with patience and love. God, and to think that I spent years in factories and in boxes and on trucks... For what? For this.
Read at The New Yorker
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