the smell of Dad's turducken id fabulous

We are on our way back to “Joberg” from Kruger. In a few days, we will be back in America and this has given me a chance to think of what I have learned here in South Africa and what I love of home.

I think many people fail to realize that ‘food’ is the most understandable international language. “Breaking Bread” with someone is a good way to start a friendship. To try someone’s cuisine is to take a small step into their life and their culture.  My journey into the many cultures in the new South Africa has only begun and –maybe next time — I will be able to share some of the wondrous foods of my heritage with my new friends.

One of my favorite memories of my youth is of our annual ‘turducken’. A boneless turkey ( except wings and leg bones intact) stuffed with a boneless duck and a boneless chicken. Each bird filled with its own special dressings! Cornbread for the turkey, wild rice for the duck and always something different and spicy for the chicken.  Mom and dad always prepared it in a special way!

Remembering the food I love brings me home to the people I love.

Karen 🙂