Canadian-American turkey
Chelsea and I were invited to our first Canadian Thanksgiving dinner this past Saturday. Today is actually Thanksgiving Day proper in Canada, but it is not unusual to have the celebration during the preceding weekend. My childhood friend Mary and her husband, Eric, who is from Canada, hosted the party at their Chicago loft.
American Thanksgiving is riddled with tales about the Pilgrims and the Indians and romantic, frolicking feasts between them. Canada’s Thanksgiving, I learned, is more about giving thanks for a good harvest and for just…giving thanks. Since Thanksgiving is all about giving thanks, I’d like to thank Mary and Eric for the delicious feast. And I’d like to tell Mary how thankful I am that Chelsea and I are a part of you and your husband’s lives. I’m thankful for the delicious turkey that you roasted and the tasty mead and dry-hopped ale that you brewed. But most of all I’m thankful for new and rekindled friendships and the stories that we all shared after dinner about growing up in a small town together. My friend Beaker, with whom I have also reconnected recently, from the same town, was there with his wife, Eileen, and I’m thankful that all of our spouses endured the hours of stories we shared about our childhood days that seemed to involve a lot of physical injuries and bad haircuts.
I’m thankful that this is our 100th post.
As an American currently living in Canada, I can say how lucky I am to be able to give formal thanks not once but twice a year. If only I could find some great tasting outdoor-pastured turkey, I’d be even happier!
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