A few weeks ago Darlene had the inspiration to see how all the teachers in the ‘hood’ decorated for the holiday season. She organized a progressive dinner with everyone. Feeling that since she organized the dinner, it would be only fitting for us to host the main course. So what is Christmas without a turkey?
After searching several foreign grocery stores around the city and checking on prices … everything from $5.71 a pound to 11.71 a pound … we settled on the cheaper prospect. Turns out it was the store just across the street.
Last week I went over and made a reservation for a bird. It was imported from the US. Last night we bought it, an 9 kilo, $53.46 bird. It was a mother-of-all turkeys needed to feed our guests tomorrow night, 14 adults and 12 kids. We set it on the counter in an imported aluminum pan, in water to begin the three day thaw.
We do have a lady who comes in everyday to clean the house for us … yes, it is very nice and one of the perks of living overseas. Darlene regularly leaves her notes of what she would like to have done. Last night’s note was …“And leave the turkey out … it’s thawing.”
We came home. Now I know the bird was dead … it was frozen … harder than a rock … stiff … and it was gone. I know it couldn’t have flown away, there were no feathers and besides, it is/was a turkey. Where could it be?
We looked all over the house. The cleaning lady has been known to put things away in strange places … but a 9 kilo dead bird?! Hmm… we started investigating. Not in the fridge, or freezer, or oven … no where in the kitchen. Perhaps she thought by leaving it out Darlene meant outside. We have four small porches … nothing. The bathtub? Nada. If we didn’t find our bird, our goose would be cooked … I hope that fowl joke didn’t throw you off.
Okay … maybe we better call the helper. But we didn’t want her to feel bad if
in fact she threw it out … leave the turkey out … throw it out. We called a Chinese lady whom Darlene works with. She asked Min to call and find out, as best she could without embarrassing her, whether the turkey flew the coop. Was it really well hidden in the apartment or had it been sent to an early grave?
The call was made. Within minutes the mystery was solved. Somewhere, lost in translation, the helper read the note to mean … throw the turkey out. And so … she took it home thinking it was a perfectly good bird and it would feed a lot of people. I guess she should have written 离开火鸡解冻.
We now await the arrival of our bird. Tomorrow it will be cooked and eaten by 6:00pm, that is, if the bird shows up as planned in the morning.
Lost in translation … how many more times will this happen?
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