The day is young, but Angela and I are already exhausted from two days worth of preparations. We’re hosting a Thanksgiving feast for our Kiwi friends and busting out all the stops. Angela’s baked two pumpkin pies from scratch (including fresh pumpkin). I’ve whipped together a killer stuffing with Madeira, mushroom and bacon.

But the piece de resistance is the fabled Turducken. This mythical beast feast entails deboning a turkey, duck and chicken, then stuffing them into each other with a layer of stuffing between each bird. At the end, you tie it all together and you’re left with a turkey-shaped boulder of solid bird carcass. It’s truly a sight to behold. I made a slight addition, throwing a Pouissan into the center just because I could. It’s name is Maurice, and he’s currently baking away in the oven. People arrive in about 7 hours. I hope they’re ready for their minds to be blown away with flavour!

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When pouissans attack!

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The fabled Turduckenssan.

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Can you believe they don’t do pumpkin pies in NZ? MADNESS! It’s time for an education.