Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Postcrossing Favorites for November

Here are this month's favorite postcards received via Postcrossing.com:
From Canada: "The Animal Goddess"
(My dream job!)
From Great Britain
[Click on this one to enlarge the image.]
From Taiwan
From Thailand

Sunday, November 28, 2010

Thanksgiving, Part III: The Apologist

As I wrote the previous two blog entries, I wondered how this harvest holiday, which is celebrated primarily in the USA and Canada, appears to the rest of the world. 
Surely, everyone in the USA has been taught the story of the Pilgrims' first winter and how they were saved from starvation by the generosity of the Native Americans. Although this story has been disputed by several historians, it remains the popular myth, and despite the occasional school play about the socio-political implications of the first Thanksgiving dinner, for many people in the USA, Thanksgiving is all about the food.

The comedian Jim Gaffigan does a hilarious routine about holiday over-eating in his concert video, Beyond the Pale. As he runs through the traditional holiday excuses for gluttony ("I normally don't have a burger, a brat, and a steak, but it is the Fourth of July....It's what the Founding Fathers would want."), he stops at Thanksgiving to say, "We didn't even try to come up with a tradition. The tradition is we over-eat!"
 
Only two bites left.
Gaffigan imagines explaining the hors d'oeuvre to a person from a starving country: "That's food we eat before we eat our food. You're thinking of dessert, which is food we eat after we've eaten our food."
Taking a rest break between dinner & dessert.

All I can say in our defense is that we did take time before eating to express thankfulness for our good fortune. Donna also expressed a desire that all of us (and our fellow Americans) wouldn't succumb to the epidemic affluenza that has ravaged the United States.*

And we didn't waste the extra food. There were leftovers for everyone to take home...
...and the turkey carcass was picked clean.
* She was referencing the book Affluenza: The All-Consuming Epidemic by de Graaf, Wann, & Naylor.

Friday, November 26, 2010

Thanksgiving, Part II: Good Friends, Old & New

7 a.m. Thursday, November 25th (minus 3 degrees)
A big shout-out goes to the friends who braved single-digit temperatures and snow-covered icy roads to join together for Thanksgiving dinner.
Encouraged by unusually warm weather earlier this autumn, I had originally thought it might be possible to build a fire in the patio stove, where guests could gather with cups of hot cider and relax after dinner. 
What was I thinking? We could barely get the back door open, and the idea of standing around outside was clearly crazy.
How in the world do birds stay alive in this weather?
We sat around the table inside, where we didn't have to scratch in the snow to find crumbs to peck.
Connie and Donna were festive in red.
Jeremy and Ramona shared a laugh during dinner.
 Good friends, old and new, toasted my birthday...
...and we topped off the evening with a game of Canasta.
Happy Thanksgiving!

Thursday, November 25, 2010

Thanksgiving, Part I: An Early Start

Thanksgiving began a little earlier than usual at my house this year. On Wednesday, I took a late afternoon nap, and when I woke up, the clock read "5:45."   I panicked. Guests were coming to my house at 1 p.m. to eat Thanksgiving dinner, and I knew I had to get the large turkey ready and into the oven so it could roast slowly.
The 24-pound turkey had been thawing in the refrigerator downstairs for a couple of days, but I worried that it might still be frozen in the middle. Endangering limb, if not life, I scrambled downstairs and wrestled the turkey back upstairs and into a roasting pan. The cats scattered as I grabbed a large knife and chopped onions, garlic, and celery like a mad woman, then added them to the roasting pan, and jammed the whole thing into the oven. 

Thank goodness the guests were bringing the rest of the food: pumpkin pie, sweet potatoes, salads, etc. I readied the plates and silverware so the table could be set as soon as everyone arrived.


It was while the cranberry sauce was cooking that I noticed that although it was now nearly seven o'clock, it wasn't getting any lighter outside. Slowly, came the dawn (pun intended): it was 7 p.m. Wednesday evening, not 7 a.m. Thursday morning.


The up-side of this is that the next morning (the real Thanksgiving Day), all I had to do was put the turkey back in the oven and turn it on.