Thank You Winston!

Thanksgiving is coming and we are planning to celebrate in style, just as if we were back in America. We are making all the goodies we can muster up and it's bound to be quite the feast. Well, the one difference between here and home is that we have to get our turkey. So, we headed out (us girls...the boys have weak stomachs) to turkey hunt.

We headed to a local market and found the section where the slaughters happen. We found a group of turkeys, but they were all huge and a little defiant! We hear that the bigger they are, the tougher they are so we left this pack alone. Then we found Winston.

He was all by himself and looked really down. I think he was on his way out and he had that look in his eye like he wanted his life to count for something. Thanksgiving for some homesick Americans was a worthy sacrifice. So, weighing in at 20 pounds, he is our Thanksgiving dinner now.

I will spare you the gorey details (mostly because I didn't watch) but I'm pretty sure we all heard his last desperate gasp..."Happy Thanksgiving. I'd better be tasty." Thank you, Winston! We will make it count!