I'm quite the hypocritical flesh devourer, I must say. I cried and said a prayer for the poor beast when I had to cook my first Thanksgiving full turkey (all the parts attached). I didn't know about the baggie of items inside the bird, until after he was baked. Almost fainted when reaching inside him.
Sorry to laugh, pawpourri, but I did. First turkey I did, I left the baggie inside as well. Who knew?
My mother never let me live it down, the rascal...