Let me first explain, getting a turkey is not an easy feat over here. There are normally a few available for American thanksgiving, however for the Canadian one, you have to find a butcher who will bring you in a specially ordered turkey. Since my cooking is pretty much limited to yogurt and salad, I have no 'relationship' with a butcher from whom I could make this request.
So last night my gal pal offered to take charge of turkey procurement. At lunch I received I text. "I have the turkey. It is a Swiss one from the farm of .... , and it will be slaughtered on Thursday. I pick it up on Saturday. It will cost 120 SF."
I had to release an awkward laugh. For the first time in my life I am directly responsible for turkey being slaughtered. And I will no longer listen to my Canadian friends complain about spending $30 on a turkey.
But the best part of the text was yet to come. The turkey is 7-8 kilos, and the kind butcher even offered to loan some dishes to roast it in as well. As I glance down and take in the size of my cute oven I am uttering a silent prayer that it will even fit. If it does, certainly nothing else will.
I had planned to supplement the turkey dinner with honey roasted glazed vegetables and other comfort foods. Oh well - who needs veggies when you have protein?
In the end I have to smile at how things are unfolding. My friend a few doors away has also offered me his oven so that I can cook some things there too. Funny. And my gal pal will be finishing her work day on Saturday only to stop at the butcher and carry home on the train one massive, freshly slaughtered turkey. Too funny.
I just hope I will have enough time to cook the darn thing! Perhaps we will do a reverse dinner - start with pumpkin pie and finish with turkey for desert.
I have to admit I am utterly warmed by the effort my friends have all made to make my Thanksgiving a success. I feel immense gratitude for their friendship. Even though I am missing my homeland this fall, it seems I do not have to be back in Canada to experience the spirit of Thanksgiving...