So far, Brussels is kicking Thanksgiving's ass. First of all, Turkeys do not exist here in any season other than Christmas. Great. I will be preparing two lovely (...but small) Thanksgiving chickens in lieu of the Turkey. Picked up the chickens at the meat market in the middle of Brussels. I walked through rows and rows of fruit and vegetable stands, listening to the many vendors yell at me to visit their booth, to find this 'meat market' I had heard about. Finally, I walked in to a buiding full of stalls with huge hunks of meat. Gross. Found the chickens, and asked the man for his biggest one - thinking that, like in Canada, it would be quite large. BOY was I wrong. The largest chicken available was smaller than the size of my head (3 kg). Wondering whether two of the mini-chickens would be enough to feed about 12 people, I decided to get the meat-man's opinion. After repeating myself many times, the meat-man finally grabbed my hands and said (in french) "I don't understand what you are saying to me!". How discouraging. Although in my defence, the meat market was like an auction house, with people screaming everywhere to get the best cuts of meat from the butchers - so you could barely hear in the first place. Luckily, his partner spoke english, and he was able to tell me that two mini-chickens were, in fact, plenty to feed 12 people.
Also, Cranberries don't seem to be sold here, in any form - sauce, the actual berry, or juice! Impossible to find.
So, off to a GREAT start. Need to make sure that the preparation of all this food goes well. I have promised my international friends the best Canadian Thanksgiving ever. Wish me luck!
Happy Thanksgiving to all!
Miss you!
Sarah
xoxoxo
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