Oh yeah, the time we killed the turkey...

I can't believe I forgot to write about this day, but in all the chaos that was counterpart's conference and swearing-in, I just didn't have time. And by that I mean, I'm pretty popular and a girl's gotta socialize, especially after emerging from a rural area where socialization was not really an option all too often. Anyways, so for our last night together, my cluster (which I can honestly say was the best cluster in all of the Philippines) had a nice dinner and sleepover, complete with butchering a turkey, baking vegetarian lasagna, and watching Home Alone. Who wouldn't want to have been a part of it? Well, plans were to make lechon pabo (Cebuano for Roasted Turkey). This is because we proposed to make vegetarian lasagna, and our LCF decided he wanted something more "American". What better than turkey? (And by the way, apparently it was decided amongst my cluster that since my family tradition is not to have turkey on Thanksgiving, that I am a scrooge. Hm. This could perhaps be true). Anyways, silly American me for thinking I would show up and there would be a frozen turkey. Edward said he would be the one to get the ingredients, and that he did--the live turkey was ready to be killed. First, though, we had to make a skewer out of bamboo. And by "we", I mean Edward.

Then, we locate the peaceful turkey and tell him that he will be killed. Result: he is not happy.

Third, we realize that in fact the turkey is very ugly and that maybe the killing won't be so bad.

Fourth, we find a rock and drive a nail through the top of its head. Apparently this helps with the bleeding, but I still don't quite understand. And I'm pretty sure we did it wrong anyways.

Last but not least, Josh was responsible for the chopping....well, he kind of missed but he gave it a good shot. This resulted in the need for more chop-chop.

Enjoy!