MIL is visiting and wanted to shop for the christmas dinner groceries and cook the turkey. We requested one of the many brands of natural and free range birds they have here in our grocery store. We specifically said "don't get a Butterball, they inject chemicals into it". She brought home a Butterball.
So I was looking into what exactly they inject into it and one of the things is potassium/sodium phospate which is also used as a drug and is a Class C for pregnancy. Grrrrrreat. It says there is 2% in the injected solution- but I have no idea how much "solution" they injected into the poor bird.
To eat or not eat?
I always avoid processed foods and additives and especially do so now during pregnancy. I don't know how much bad stuff is in there and I hate the thought of even a bit of nastiness getting to my babe when I generally am so vigilant about it. Also, MIL is not the greatest cook (think Griswold family Christmas turkey...extra crispy) and the turkey (being a factory farm Butterball) will taste extra not good ANYWAY. On the other hand- MIL is, let's say, a "special case" and will not react well to me not eating her turkey for any reason.
Yey....it's Christmas.

So I was looking into what exactly they inject into it and one of the things is potassium/sodium phospate which is also used as a drug and is a Class C for pregnancy. Grrrrrreat. It says there is 2% in the injected solution- but I have no idea how much "solution" they injected into the poor bird.
To eat or not eat?
I always avoid processed foods and additives and especially do so now during pregnancy. I don't know how much bad stuff is in there and I hate the thought of even a bit of nastiness getting to my babe when I generally am so vigilant about it. Also, MIL is not the greatest cook (think Griswold family Christmas turkey...extra crispy) and the turkey (being a factory farm Butterball) will taste extra not good ANYWAY. On the other hand- MIL is, let's say, a "special case" and will not react well to me not eating her turkey for any reason.
Yey....it's Christmas.











My DH would flat out tell my MIL that she screwed up big time if it were us, but my passive aggressive method would just be to go buy another one, cook it, serve it right along with her Butterball, and not even mention it past a "oh, we wanted to make sure there was enough for leftovers" 

: No need to suggest she was advocating taking class C drugs during pregnancy.

