Brazilian Thanksgiving

This year, we ate a Chester on Saturday night.

Thanksgiving isn’t a holiday down south, so Greg spent the day at work and we ate sad leftovers for dinner. Our grand family dinner was slated for Saturday evening.

I considered buying a turkey, but settled on a Chester. The Chester is a uniquely Brazilian, genetically-modified chicken. How does that not sound like the perfect alternative for a food-centric, American holiday? “Let’s explore a bit more of our new culture while maintaining our American celebration.” It felt like the right thing to do.

The morning of, Greg woke to a terribly debilitating cold and spent most of the day in bed. We managed though, to whip together a quasi-nice dinner of our lovely Chester, sautéed chuchu, and mashed potatoes (because at least one traditional food should make the menu). We ate ridiculously late then scrambled into pajamas and bedtime stories, taking time for one obligatory family selfie.

No turkey. No dessert. No football. No extra family.

It felt not at all like Thanksgiving.

One week later, we are still working through our Chester leftovers. We’ve had Chester quesadillas, Chester stir fry, and Chester pasta so far. London has also had his fair share of Chester, in the form of pleasant purees.

The leftovers that will not end, that feels very much like Thanksgiving.