The woman whom we visited on Monday brought me a chicken this afternoon because I am a guest. This is the same woman who has 17 people living inside her home. In Malagasy culture gifts are a big thing. Guests are to bring gifts and receive gifts from the surrounding community. It's incredible how generous the Malagasy are.
So I watched Karilosy and Stacy kill, pluck, wash, and gut the chicken this afternoon. I helped pluck a few feathers, but the majority of the time I just watched and took pictures. Who knew so much work goes into having a chicken for dinner?! In the States you rarely think about the process because we buy our meat in nice packages in the grocery store...
At dinner I tried a part of the chicken's heart, liver, and gizzard- just enough to say I tried it. I wasn't particularly crazy about any of these things.
Stacy and I visited another Malagasy home this afternoon. Within their gate live all family members: cousins, siblings, parents... That must be neat to grow up so close to your extended family. In the States families seem to be so spread apart. There's hardly a sense of community. Here in Betroky you can't escape from community! I'm sure that's the case even more so in a village setting...
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