After searching high and low, in three different countries, an oven ready turkey was not to be had. On the Saturday before Christmas, it became painfully obvious that if we wanted a bird on our table for the traditional Christmas Day feast we were going to have to go live. Abi trundled off to the market and poked, prodded, weighed and examined the array of live turkeys on offer from the local villagers. What an unfortunate surprise when she returned with a bird in hand. Then it was my turn to continue the process of preparing the object of our eventual main dish. With an audience of Mummy, our friend S, and 2 of the 3 children it was off with its head. Let me tell you, chopping a turkey’s head off is not as easy as it looks. The thing doesn’t just lay there; it resists to the end, a very short end mind you, but resist it does. S was holding it's flailing wings while the axe was swinging!! We would have paid good money for a "Butterball" at that point. Our daughter was in tears after the deed was done. When I asked Abi why Ezzie was crying the reason was not the cruelty of the act, but that she had missed the act of chopping itself!!! (What kind of children are we raising we wonder???)
Following the killing then there was the plucking, soaking, injecting and the cooking. All of which was also less than conventional. In the end, we had a fairly tasty bird on our table, albeit smaller than we are used to and alot more boney!!
If you ever find yourself in a similar position to this then do get in touch and we will share our tips with you, which according to those who gave them to us is the difference between the turkey being edible or not!!!
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