Thanksgiving Number 2

Another holiday down. Last year, we got together and substituted chickens for turkey, thinking it wouldn't be possible to find "dendon". Then, on the next day, walking out to the bus home, we passed two fat, flirting, flightless turkeys and cursed them for having escaped our eyes.

Well, this year we made it happen. One volunteer found a live one in his town, named him Brian, tied his legs together and packed him onto a public bus (normal practice), to bring up to the feast. We spent that evening hanging out with him in the courtyard. Next morning, found a butcher in town and paid him in the organs we didn't want to eat. Lit up some charcoal, stacked a massive pot on top and threw Brian's meaty corpse in there to roast for a few hours. Meanwhile, various side dishes were made--onions, green beans, apple pie. Opened a can of cranberry sauce sent from America with a kitchen knife (can opener was not to be found). Yours truly carved Mr. Brian up after the cook sliced open his thumb. It even got a little chilly, and we put windbreakers on. Football was the only thing missing. Woke up at 7am after the night's food coma. Ate apple pie and mashed potatoes for breakfast before hopping on a bus back home. Back to sweat dripping down my back in front of 80 clueless students.