As one of two token Canadians here at TNG, I'm a little out of step with the rest of you guys. We had our turkey day up here in the Great White (er - *sneaks a look out the window* - Brown and Gold) North way back in the middle of October!!
Weird, I know, but we Canucks are a contrary lot.
It seemes but a distant memory now, although I do remember that John whipped us up a yummy meal (somewhat non-traditional as I recall - there are only two of us so the big feast idea just doesn't play). I also remember that I got the traditional "So, are you cooking a turkey?" call from my mother in B.C. (you may recall she finds my lack of culinary proficiency an endless source of amusement). It was a lovely, relaxed, quiet occasion - and those are rare around these parts lately, it seems.
Growing up, Thanksgivings was not ever so.
Reading the other posts from this week actually takes me back - to those celebrations crammed with food, family, more food, and then there was the food. And then everybody would slip into a post-dinner coma and things would get real quiet for awhile.
Now, as my friends and neighbors down south are preparing for a weekend of cranberry-stuffing jolity and gravy-soaked bliss, I want to wish you all the best on this holiday.
And live vicariously through your talk of turkey. Save me a piece of pumpkin pie!!
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Happy thanksgiving anyway, Lesley, a wee bit late!
I wish I could've given you some pumpkin pie. I have had way too much of it myself in the last two days! Happy belated Thanksgiving!!
Hey Jillian!
I'll take that or the pineapple upside-down cake! (Congrats on that culinary success, by the way!)
Thanks!
Like Jillian, I'd love to give you some of my pumpkin pie, but it's currently sitting somewhere around my mid-section.
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