It’s Thanksgiving weekend here in Canada and I am looking forward to many things not least the feast that I am to prepare (because no one else volunteered). This year will be the first time – ever – that I’ll be attempting apple pie. So if you have any advice or tips (like which are the best apples for pie?) please leave me a comment. Much appreciated 🙂
It will also be the first year we’ll be celebrating without the Mr. because he’s away on business. It is also why there will be apple pie – Mr. hates apple pie as much as he does anything with coconut which is to say he hates it A Lot. He doesn’t even believe in using it as a beauty aid which is a pity really, I love coconut.
So anyway, the boys and I have decided we will end up celebrating again in November with our American neighbours. I have no complaints. Life is always cause for celebration.
Our family has been celebrating Thanksgiving for eleven years now despite only living in Canada for seven years. We started celebrating in South Africa before we knew we had been accepted into Canada and I think this act of faith or practical magic definitely helped pave the way to our new home. I am a firm believer in ‘acting as if…’ are you?
Of course what made this extra special and powerful is that we started giving thanks BEFORE we got what we wanted. That’s the secret you see, give thanks not only for what you have (and we all have a lot – don’t believe me? use the bathroom or open a tap) but also give thanks for what you hope to attain as if you have already received it.
We went to a whole lot of trouble to find a turkey in South Africa in November (we didn’t realize Canadians celebrate in October). We went to various (very expensive) speciality stores and got presented with game meat like grouse, quail and the obligatory South African ostrich but no turkey. We drove out of the city and into the smaller towns and asked around and found butchers (and farm hands) selling crocodile and wildebeest, which the Mr insisted on sampling. I tried the crocodile and I’d like to say it tasted like chicken but really it tasted of silt and muddy banks.
We found a turkey in the most unlikely of places. Or maybe it was likely but we were nevertheless pleasantly surprised. When venturing far and beyond city limits we always stopped at our favourite ‘country restaurant’ for brunch or dinner or anything in between. That day, we chose a table by the window with a view of the duck pond and the rolling green mountains and – yes you guessed it! – spotted a gobble of turkeys.
The Mr wasted no time in ordering one to the waiter’s amazement. I hate to think we claimed for ourselves one of those tame ‘petting zoo’ types though I have a hard time imagining a turkey subjecting itself to a few childish pats on the head.
A lot has changed since then. We noticed when we visited South Africa last year that turkey is sold in most stores. In fact I got the distinct impression that more people were celebrating their own version of Thanksgiving which makes my heart smile.
To my Canadian friends Happy Thanksgiving! and if you live in a country where they don’t recognize Thanksgiving as a holiday don’t let that stop you from celebrating the harvest and the many blessings in your life ❤