Christmas has come early

There is an innocuous small shed below the house which I had always assumed was used by my neighbours as a store-room. This illusion was dispelled one day when I heard coming from it the noise of a turkey. Further investigations revealed that Jose & Pura were indeed raising one and I became more aware of Pura's daily visits to feed it and, on one occasion, was invited to look at it. In true 'local' style, the rearing conditions (i.e. little daylight & definitiely no free-ranging) left a little to be desired but the bird was extremely large. I assumed it was destined for the Christmas table in some form.

This assumption was found to be false this afternoon when there was a knock on the door and I was presented with a large bag containing turkey breast which had come from said turkey which had weighed in at 20kg (that's almost 45lbs in old money!). While I'm sure the Spanish don't celebrate it, it was a very appropriate regalito for Thanksgiving Day.

Morning coffee outside the front-door will unfortunately therefore be gobble-free from now but Adam & I paid homage tonight with a rather delicious plate of turkey saltimbocca. With snow sitting on the mountains, only the stuffing was missing.