It will come to no surprise to you guys that it was Thanksgiving yesterday! Did everyone eat loads of turkey, then watch the football?
I didn’t. Even though I haven’t lived in the US for years, I have almost always still had a big Thanksgiving dinner. It has always been my way of making sure that daughter Peggy still felt a part of that great American tradition, and also a good excuse to get friends together. And I love to cook!
This is only the second time I have missed doing that. The first was the year that my mother and Kenton’s father died. I just didn’t have the heart for it. This year was only because we are chocka in the middle of olive tree work, plus most of my friends here were unable to make it. So it wasn’t a sad reason, just life!
But I thought I’d share some Thanksgiving memories with you:
- Peggy’s first real Thanksgiving. In Virginia. She was too young to eat much of the dinner, but enjoyed chewing bits off a turkey leg bone! (sorry, Peg, but it is a cute story!!)
- Sweet potatoes with marshmallows. A Larson tradition, too sweet for me, but daughter and father-in-law always loved them!
- The Eddy Pizzy evening. At the first big Thanksgivings after moving to the countryside, a friend of mine dropped into the conversation, after about 30 minutes of reminiscing about the guy, that a family friend of the Smiths was actually dead, and had been for years. This may sound tragic, but it was actually a hilarious moment. Well, maybe only in retrospect!
- My pumpkin pies (1). When I moved to the UK, I couldn’t find canned pumpkin, so I started my own tradition of growing and using fresh pumpkin in my pies. This really impressed my mom!
- My pumpkin pies (2). When I was much younger, I made the pies for the family Thanksgiving dinner. I accidentally doubled the salt in the crust, making the whole thing inedible. This did not impress my mom!
- My first Thanksgiving in Spain. Daughter Peggy and niece Tayler come for Thanksgiving, plus Kenton’s parents and some friends. It was a lovely evening, which ended in pushing the table back so we could dance – until 4 in the morning! Manuel showed up at 8:30 that same morning, and banged on the window blinds with a metal bar until we let him in. He made us work, then cooked us lunch. Lovely, but still torture after so little sleep!
…and many more, of course, too many to mention. Enjoy your day after Thankgiving, everyone!