torsdag, november 24, 2005
I'm not sure how I feel about Thanksgiving anymore. When I still lived in California, it was one of my favorite holidays. A day where you get to hang out with people who are important to you, and eat as much good food as is humanly possible - there is nothing not to like in that concept. In my family, it was and is a special day, spent either at home with a good home-cooked traditional meal, or in recent years on occasion in a trendy San Francisco restaurant with a good non-home cooked, not necessarily traditional meal.
When I first moved to Portugal, I worked and socialized with some Americans, and we had Thanksgiving together, going out for a meal after work on the day and/or having a larger 'official' celebration on a nearby date. In later phases of my Portuguese life, I hosted two of these myself, and learned to cook a turkey (breast...there weren't enough people either time to justify finding a full turkey) with all the fixins. But when I moved to London, I got lax. Yes, the first year, I had people round on the weekend after, and said that it was for Thanksgiving, but I knew that it really wasn't. However, I felt the need to pretend...after all, I had never had a Thanksgiving without an event to go with it. My second November in London, I meant to get some people together, but just never got around to it. Same with the third. But I thought about it.
In Denmark, I again have what could be called a 'local family'. Some of these family members have made it very clear that they would like to experience an 'authentic' Thanksgiving meal, even going so far as to ask me when I would be making them turkey. So, what has this inspired me to do? Nothing! I will get around to it...eventually. Actually, this week, I kept remembering that it was almost Thanksgiving, and then forgetting again. This morning, I was reading an article over the shoulder of one of my students, which mentioned the holiday. I felt obliged to stop the class to tell them (otherwise I would have brought it up quickly at the beginning of the lesson). I suppose it is just another sign that I am on the slippery slope towards permanent expat-ism.
However, that being said, today is still one of my favorite days of the year. Happy Thanksgiving to all of you, and for those who celebrate it, please, if you can, have a slice of pumpkin pie for me (I really have a craving for it, and no idea where or even if I can find it here), with whipped cream on top. Or maybe a bit of good cranberry sauce. Or fight someone for a piece of turkey skin. I will of course be extremely thankful.
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