yes, we're new here

(pictured: downtown Cap-Haitien)
"A bag of frozen chicken? Of course we'd like to buy a bag of frozen chicken!" we told some fellow missionaries. Beef, we have learned, is bled out before it is packaged in the US. However, in Haiti, it is butchered, packaged and sold. This results in an absolutely gagging smell when it is being cooked (which we, of course, learned the hard way). So, when someone offered us a bag of frozen chicken, we were thrilled. I used to buy bags of frozen chicken breasts at Wal-Mart all the time.

When will we learn that there is no Wal-Mart here? We received a bag of A frozen chicken. I attempted not to be phased by this, and started working on it (which included finishing plucking it). One would think that cutting up a chicken would not be that difficult, but after a good 20 minutes of stabbing and squirming with the slipperly thing, It still looked nothing like any chicken I'd ever seen on a dinner plate.

I set it aside and waited for our friend to come. She is helping us learn how to cook and clean here in Haiti. When she arrived, she expertly sliced away at the bloody hunk of chicken, even slicing off all of the skin and much of the bone, all of which she saved for me in a quart sized bag. When she realized that I had no intention of using chicken skin for dinner, she asked if she could have it.

This is where you can tell we are new! I say, "What could you possibly use chicken skin for?"

She laughed at me, saying, "To cook with cat or dog, of course! That meat is so dry!"

Oh.

If my aunt weren't sending us tuna and pepperoni, I think we might become vegetarians.

Just wanted to share some of our daily joys with you!

"Better is a dish of vegetables where love is
Than a fattened ox served with hatred."
Prov.15:17