Keeping It Alive (well, not exactly)

Keeping It Alive; the tradition, not the turkey.

As the two American Representatives in Aru, Karen and I were determined to serve a traditional Thanksgiving meal.

1. Shopping around town for the turkey, which was initially was 60,000 Ugandan Shillings ($25); too expensive, but when you have a few white people inquiring, obviously the price will be higher. (Sr. Graciana returned later to negotiate);

2. As it sat roped up to one of our bushes, we took photos and discussed amongst ourselves who knew how to kill a turkey (nobody had experience);

3. Karen and I went to find help.

4. Raymond, who works for the Canossian Sisters, offered us his services;

5. Back at our house, we passed him one of our big kitchen knives and after he inspected its sharpness, he killed our turkey;

6. Thankfully, he also de-feathered most of it and pulled out all those things inside;


7. We boiled water on the wood-burning stove to wash and rinse it thoroughly;

8. We plucked most of its feathers;

9. I stuffed it;

10. Clara sewed it up;

11. And we set the turkey to roast;

12. THE GRAND FEAST