And with that the deed was done. Hilary took the knife offered and while her faithful accomplice (Jay) held the wings firmly down to the body, she stretched the neck with one hand and with a few quick saws beheaded the chicken with the other. The body writhed, wriggled and squaked but to no avail as Jay's grip held firm, preventing what would have been an unfortunate escape. Hilary then completed the task of plucking and dressing then handed the job over to Jay to braai (grill) the meat. DELICIOUS!!! How comforting it is to know exactly where your dinner is coming from. Hilary made chocolate cake in celebration.
Our anniversary was Monday, July 28th and this was the gift our family bestowed on us. A gift we will never forget. Jay met the dawn on Monday with a plate full of fresh pancakes and homemade syrup. Breakfast in bed for Hilary. We then had class followed by a run that included saving a Swazi man from certain death as he used two teetering stones as the jack for his car and then proceeded to climb all the way under the wheel well. Jay offered whatever help he could but in the end we had to go as the sun was setting and it's a cardinal sin to be out after dark. We were met at home with the chicken and within the hour dinner was ready. We shared the evening with our family and then retired to our room to study. All in a day's work. Moral of the story...never question the validity of the statement, "running around like a chicken with it's head cut off."
Our anniversary was Monday, July 28th and this was the gift our family bestowed on us. A gift we will never forget. Jay met the dawn on Monday with a plate full of fresh pancakes and homemade syrup. Breakfast in bed for Hilary. We then had class followed by a run that included saving a Swazi man from certain death as he used two teetering stones as the jack for his car and then proceeded to climb all the way under the wheel well. Jay offered whatever help he could but in the end we had to go as the sun was setting and it's a cardinal sin to be out after dark. We were met at home with the chicken and within the hour dinner was ready. We shared the evening with our family and then retired to our room to study. All in a day's work. Moral of the story...never question the validity of the statement, "running around like a chicken with it's head cut off."
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9 comments:
What an incredible gift from your host family. I'm sure it was a big sacrifice for them to give up a chicken! This will have to become an annual tradition for your anniversary!
And they say the first anniversary gift is traditionally paper!
Glad to hear things are going well and that you're having an amazing time! We are thinking of you!
what great memories you guys are building! i think about you guys a lot and love reading about your ventures...happy, happy anniversary!
Thought of you often on Monday wondering how you were spending your first anniversary. Sounds more exciting than I could ever have imagined. Hope someone took pictures. Put a letter in the mail today. Look forward to hearing more about the village you will be going to. Much much love!
That is awesome...and probably a hell of a lot tastier than the piece of wedding cake saved from a year ago!
Wow snif snif tear tear, how can cutting a chickens head off sound so sweet and like a beautiful ritual. You guys are going to put a new meaning to tradition over here. Happy belated Anniversary! Love you guys!
umm...Chicken
How was the freeze-dried Neapolitan ice cream? Glad to hear of your Happy Anniversary!
This title alone made me double over laughing! I hope you guys are loving where God has moved mountains to bring you! Congrats on your first year!!
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