11.28.2011

Turkey, Potatoes and Wine, Oh My!

We celebrated Thanksgiving a bit unconventionally this year.  Firstly, we were in the middle of an Argentine summer, sweltering in the humidity and stifling heat.  So you can only imagine what cooking a turkey in a small kitchen would be like.  Secondly, finding a turkey or Pavo in Buenos Aires is quite a task.  What they do sell in stores are a joke as it’s not Turkey season, most turkeys are in their spring/summer rotation, not plump enough for a hefty American Thanksgiving.  Our best bet was to go to a specialty store that specialized in novelty foods and game.  We found the perfect 25lb turkey, a big boy probably imported from Brazil or something and that’s where it all began.  As we have many international friends, Thanksgiving is not a familiar concept to them and because we were hosting, we tried to suggest what types of dishes to bring while we took care of the giant turkey and stuffing.  What resulted from this were several variations of potato and sweet potato dishes and an international bazaar of food.  I have absolutely no complaints about eating left-over turkey and potatoes for a week.  Trevor man-handled the turkey and stuffing while I supervised his inebriated state of cooking.  Something about the 2 bottles of wine he drank while his hands were deep inside that turkey did wonders because it came out golden brown and tender to the touch (that’s what she said?).   It was an amazing night that we were able to share with friends who have never experienced our beloved American tradition of gluttony.  Combine this with a hot, hot summer and lots of wine and you’ve got yourself the perfect Thanksgiving!


Chef Udwin in our tiny inferno of hell

our lovely decorated terrace, whose brilliant idea was it to put candles? MINE.

SPEECH! SPEECH! SPEECH! Drunk chef making his initial toast

Carving the turkey

My little German butterfly ravaging that turkey

Faces from around the world...

Wine, Fernet, Wine, Fernet, Wine, Fernet

Ladies' Man

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