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Entered By: Mark
Entry Date: 2008-11-27 16:57:26
Subject: Thanksgiving in Honduras

     Thanksgiving, being an American Holiday, is not celebrated by Hondurans. However, this is one day when at least a portion of the gringos down here stop most everything and roast a bird. It is truly strange being in a country where life goes on as normal in what I consider the best holiday of the year. I remember Thanksgiving as a time when the family comes together and it is not spoiled by excessive commercialism, although more and more stores are opening for Christmas shopping on Thanksgiving Day, rather than waiting for "Black Friday". This year, we are roasting our own bird. Rather, we are smoking it.       The boys are eager to enjoy the holiday for the first time. We celebrated our first Thanksgiving after we moved to Honduras in the USA, on our first visit back. Last year we dined at Jim Faber's house with a lot of other friends we knew from our home church in Texas. This year, many of our friends were busy so we decided to go forward and make our first Thanksgiving meal in Honduras.       Last night Paula was planning on getting a head start on the Thanksgiving day cooking. We made pie crusts while she and Hannah planned on baking the pies. Funny thing, the oven just up and roasted itself in the form of a fried heater coil on the bottom. Our first reaction was that all was lost and we'd hope to get the oven repaired by Friday for a late bird day. I showered up and decided to try something very Honduran. I decided to try and take the top (broiling) coil and put it on the bottom of the oven so that we could roast and bake. John and I brought out the tools and got to work.       Meanwhile we decided that the bird would best be cooked in the smoker outside. This was definitely a divine intervention as far as I was concerned. I love smoked turkey, but the roasted ones aren't all that great in my humble, supreme opinion. Anyway, John and I successfully pulled out the bad bottom coil and replaced it with the top coil of the oven. We turned the oven on and were pleasantly surprised when it did not explode and nobody was electrocuted. Just the same, I did not allow anyone near the oven. I only have life insurance on myself.       So, we all waited for the pies to finish baking while talking in our room. Our kids were sleepy although John twisted my arm into playing a little college football on his Playstation. Kidding, I actually talked him into it while we waited. The timer went off, but the pies were not ready. I set the time for another ten minutes, still not ready. We tried a few more times without noticeable results. You see, it turns out that the top coil, which was now missing, actually does heat up some even when you do not have it on broil. Therefore the pie crusts were not getting brown on top.      This morning we threw the turkey in the smoker and I headed out to find a replacement coil for the oven. Paula and Hannah were busy preparing for a working oven. I picked up a used coil for $8 and headed home. It took John and I about an hour to put the broiler coil back on top and the replacement coil on the bottom. When we lived in the States, if an oven gave us this kind of trouble, it would be replaced pretty quick with a new one. Thankfully, we have to be a little more resourceful here.       I completely amazed myself when we found that the oven worked after we repaired it. I'm still worried it will go up in smoke, but it's been on for four hours now. Right after the repair, John and I rushed off to make Italian and breakfast sausage after slaughtering a pig yesterday with Jose. In all, we made 15 lbs of Italian sausage and 18 lbs of breakfast sausage. Some of the local gringos have been asking for both. We have about twelve more pigs ready for the table before Christmas. Our purchase of two female hogs this year proved to be a shrewd buy as they are both good mothers. Both of them had nine pigs in their first litter and all of them are alive and healthy. Right now we have over 50 pigs, though most of them won't be ready until late Spring.       This year we are thankful for lives together and for our friends whom support us. We are thankful for the farm that produces food for this family and many others. We miss family and friends back home, but are thankful to have each other and that the boys are in far better situations than they were before they moved here. We are praying for Gerardo, whom got sick with fever during dialysis yesterday. They kept him in the hospital last night.
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