Today...I killed my Thanksgiving turkey.
And I'm not sparing the details: I chopped its head off and then had to tackle it to the ground as its wings continued to violently flap for a full minute following the beheading. Oh yeah...and I had blood all over me. And then I de-feathered it. Plucked all the feathers out. Actually...more like TORE all the feathers out. It was not pretty. None of this was pretty.
Especially for somebody who was vegetarian before coming to Rwanda.
And I'm not sparing the details: I chopped its head off and then had to tackle it to the ground as its wings continued to violently flap for a full minute following the beheading. Oh yeah...and I had blood all over me. And then I de-feathered it. Plucked all the feathers out. Actually...more like TORE all the feathers out. It was not pretty. None of this was pretty.
Especially for somebody who was vegetarian before coming to Rwanda.
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