Sunday, October 12, 2008

Turkey Hunt


Our first Thanksgiving in Paris had a discouraging start, and ended on one leg.
Our search for a Turkey was a bit more challenging than expected. A Parisian assured me that two days notice would be more than enough time to get une dinde.

Five days before Thanksgiving, I was standing in front of four butchers, looking at me and each other, insisting “…no the first Turkeys arrive for Thanksgiving…”.
“But, it is Canadian Thanksgiving this weekend” I respond.
“The Turkeys are not ready” one butcher says definitively.
“So, are you saying, there are no Turkeys in Paris right now??”
The four butchers laugh “probably not in this neighbourhood, but maybe somewhere else”.

After many phone calls, and trips to various butchers, I did find a place that supplied Turkeys (The Thanksgiving Store, of course). Unfortunately they needed seven days notice.

In the end, my little grocery store, the G20 had a Turkey leg. Our one leg filled the house with the smells of Thanksgiving, and satisfied our family of firm meat eaters.

With some good French wine and tarte aux pommes as a finish, Thanksgiving Dinner was a big success.

1 comment:

cherry said...

Love your Turkey leg!! There is probably less risk of the "Tryptophan effect" from just the leg. Love Mum