28 November 2009
After much fanfare, we were able to secure a turkey through a friend. The magic is just incomplete without a turkey, and as I love turkey so much, I simply had to have one. We did it up garlic-style with stuffing and boy was it good. We were able to find pumpkin the night before, and as we sacrificed the pumpkin (so it may have pleased the stomach gods), we disregarded how much work pie-making was going to be. The pies we made turned out OK except that the crust was no good. We could not find N. American pie pans, so we had to make do with what we had. The filling turned out well, and that's all that people want to eat anyway, right? Well, unless we're talking about crust in my family. Below is a shot of Sora looking pumpkin-cidal.
And as we go into this next week with turkey sandwiches and turkey soup, I look forward to the day I can make turkey again...maybe Christmas? Thus ended the best holiday there is. one without materialistic assumptions, religious conotations, ethnic exclusions, nor modern political scores to settle. Though there is always a bone to pick (in this case literally and figuatively) with such a statement, Thanksgiving remains my favorite holiday because of its inclusivity and universality among North Americans.