Everybody in Peru eats Turkey on Christmas Eve. Now this ain’t like in the states where you go to Wegmans and pick up your frozen Turkey. Seeing how we don’t have refrigerators in my town, or supermarkets for that matter. The other day I was taking a collectivo (long distance taxi jammed with way too many people) into the city and I can’t even count how many cars we passed with turkeys on the roof. Imagine this, a white Toyota Camry station wagon with 8 live turkeys tied to the roof, each wrapped up in their own little bag with only their ugly little heads sticking out.
So we’ve had this turkey in our back yard gobbling for a couple of days now and I wake up Dec 24 in the morning to find him lifelessly passed out on the ground. I felt bad for the little guy and as I called him pobrecito (poor liitle guy) my aunt got all flustered and worried shouting, “oh no! esta muerto?” (oh no, is he dead?) I responded “pienso que si” (uh, duh it sure looks like it!). She quickly ran over to look and thankfully said, “ahhh, no esta muerto, el esta borracho” (he’s not dead, he’s just drunk!). And of course she said it like it was a good thing.
Apparently they feed turkeys cunazco (peruvian moonshine) to get them nice and drunk until they pass out. That way it’s easier to kill them later. I think I remember Roland telling a story once about he’s adventures killing turkeys on a farm in Israel, something about swinging them around by the neck and how inhumane it was. Maybe they should try getting them wasted first, maybe it would make it easier??
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