Happy Thanksgiving!
This morning I did a full-body strength workout from Zanna. Then DH walked with me down to a butcher, about half a mile away, to pick up the turkey. I had had to order it in advance (well, my Portuguese hairstylist did it for me, but that's another story). As I feared, the turkey still had its head attached, so I mimed to the butcher to chop it off (none of the butchers spoke any English). The other butcher pulled up a knife and gestured for me to come closer. He was smiling and miming that I did pull a knife across my own throat! Ah, these Portuguese butchers and their senses of humor.
Then I had DH carry the turkey back to our apartment. I was afraid the guts were still inside (although I told the butcher he could keep the giblets). So I walked downstairs to the little market and bought some rubber gloves. I thought, how did I get recruited to bring the turkey? Friendsgiving was my idea, and then I was compelled to bring the turkey ... I was upset at first but then I had resigned to it, as everyone else is too intimidated to try to cook one, haha.
Fortunately, the butchers had already cleaned out the turkey. The worst thing was all the little feather ends still stuck under the skin. It's nice to have a hormone-free, never frozen turkey. But I have to admit I like how everything is nice and clean and well-packaged in the U.S.!
So that's my little Thanksgiving in Europe story. The turkey's in the oven, and we'll Uber to a Portuguese coffee roaster who is allowing us to use his shop and private dining room there (and he's bringing the wine!). Thirteen people, all from different parts of the U.S. and more, all bringing different dishes. It should be fun! I hope you all have lovely dinners in the U.S. and enjoy your time with those you love.