The next morning I got up early to continue the baking. Luckily Anne and I had assistance from our cook, Goretti, and our cleaner/cook, Irene for the day. In town the day before we had stopped at another house the Sister’s have and I was happy to receive step-by-step directions on how to cook a pumpkin pie using real pumpkin. I am used to making a pumpkin pie with Libby’s canned pumpkin and cool whip, however, when in Africa and there is no pumpkin, cool whip, or milk remaining you have to adjust. So we chopped, peeled, boiled and mashed the pumpkin, and used milk powder to replace the milk the recipe called for. A rare find in Kampala of graham crackers allowed me to make a graham cracker crust for the pie. When it first came out I was skeptical, but after Anne and I taste tested it we were satisfied, and I have to admit real pumpkin tastes way better then the canned stuff. With all our baked goods complete (banana bread, pumpkin bread, apple pie, pumpkin pie, lemon poppy seed muffins, brownies, pumpkin spice cupcakes, rolls) we were ready for the turkey.
Now I thought the pumpkin pie would be tough so you can only imagine the fear I was feeling over the main dish. We have many turkeys roaming around the backyard, and we had one killed that morning in preparation for dinner. The worker who killed it plucked the turkey out back and put it in a cardboard box in a cupboard in the outside kitchen. Imagine a dead turkey hiding in your kitchen cupboard- a bit terrifying. Anne and I picked up the box, removed the turkey and took a good long stare at it. What did we get ourselves into?! We quickly decided gloves would be necessary for this as it was still bloody and had a big long neck sticking out of it. Anne washed the turkey outside by the spigot, and by that point we were grateful that Goretti had arrived and could help us. She assisted us in stuffing the turkey with carrots, onions, and some unknown meat pieces that came from the inside of the turkey, buttering it up, and putting it in the oven. Now we just had to wait.
|Sister Jacinta decorating the front door of the school|
|Anne and Irene busy in the kitchen|