So...I've spent most of my life being a city gal.
I've never seen a turkey be killed before...I tend to like 'em nicely packaged at Wal-Mart...
...especially ones that are to be consumed the next day.
So this morning was quite an experience, to say the least.
First Mr. Charles sharpened his panga (machete).
Then he grabbed the turkey and headed to the chopping block...
Good bye Mr. Thanksgiving. We will miss your loud, gobble-y ways. (okay, maybe not...but still...we have to give some epitaph, right?)
In an attempt to justify the fact that our kids wanted all the feathers to make head-dresses, I told our friends about the pilgrims and Indians. Mr. Charles made a head-dress for himself...lol! :)
I'm about to start on food for tomorrow...and all my Indian-hooligans?
They're busy outside building a tee-pee.