Thanksgiving

I think it was the month of April when I purchased my turkey for Thanksgiving Day. I name him T.D. I wasn’t able to drive the hour and fifteen minutes on rough dirt road to pick him up until early October.
As soon as I saw him I knew he was my turkey. I don’t know why but I did. I sat down and he walked close to me. I thought to myself, “Don’t get too close because I only want to think of you as Thanksgiving dinner.” T.D. lived at my house for a month and a half. He was very noisy and would wake me up very early in the morning. He ate a lot too…but that was a good thing.
Two days before Thanksgiving I ran out of food for T.D. so instead of getting more I figured it was his big day. I played around with the thought of killing him myself…I really did, but in the end two very sweet friends at the orphanage did it for me. They were fast and T.D. didn’t know what hit him.
There was a small crowd watching and I even had Moses there…he loves chasing the chickens so I knew he would like to see T.D. I took lots of photos but I didn’t think too many people would appreciate it if I posted the actual knife in his throat photos. So I decided to post a photo of Moses trying to hand T.D. a feather that fell off him in the “process” of things.
We had a wonderful Thanksgiving dinner. We had stuffing, veggie casserole, sweet potatoes, and mashed potatoes and gravy. Dark African turkey meat looks almost like roast beef, but it tastes the same…just a little tougher. All meat here is a little tougher, sometimes a lot tougher.
This was my third Thanksgiving in Tanzania but the first time I celebrated it like this. It was a lot of fun…memorable to be sure.
I didn’t get a photo of us sitting at the table eating but someone took that photo…I will try to post it if I can get a copy of it.