I tried to post yesterday, but was deterred by server problems. Did you notice? Hence the reason I’m still on Thanksgiving even though it has probably long past in your minds. But I didn’t get to share my thoughts! I DIDN’T GET TO SHARE MY THOUGHTS!!!! I am currently having a tantrum if that wasn’t clear. ‘Cause I like to act out my feelings in my body. Elsie is also good at this. We learn from each other. Me the actor. She the toddler. She happens to be a little more limber, so can freak out while doing downward dog. I have to maintain an upright position if I really want to give ‘er.
Anyway. We also celebrate Thanksgiving in Canada, Grandpa. With a turkey even. (He’s American and was surprised to discover that we celebrate this occasion over a turkey as well…or fake turkey meat if you happen to be a vegetarian. We just call it a ‘dindon’…or ‘fake dindon.’)
These photos was taken before the turkey, and the reason we still look so alert. Because no sooner did we devour the sleepy triumvirate (a term coined by my sister and referring to the wine, potato, and turkey troika) did we go all sluggish and start slurring our words. But isn’t that the beauty of holiday meals?
Oh, sweet turkey. Sweet sweet stuffing.
Yesterday my tutoring student insisted on arguing with me over the French word for turkey. I said ‘dindon.’ He said ‘No way, Ms…what’s your name again? It’s ‘din.’ I said ‘No way, boy! Let’s get a dictionary.’ Of course he was happy to oblige because what grade four boy doesn’t like interruptions involving multiple trips up and down the stairs. ‘Cause then you need six glasses of water, right? With ice.
It turned out that I was right (position of knowledge and power preserved!) and he was half right. A male turkey is ‘dindon.’ A female turkey, which is a version of a hen (I’m so confused ’cause I so thought I knew my farm animals), is ‘dinde.’
‘That’s what I said,’ he says.
‘No you didn’t. You said d-i-n.’
‘No I didn’t.’
‘Yes, you did.’
‘No, I didn’t.’
‘Yes, you did.’
‘No, I didn’t.’
‘YES, YOU DID!’
At which point we both started to cry. Fortunately my student’s father had Thanksgiving leftovers standing by. The perfect plan. No sooner did the turkey and mashed potatoes touch my lips, did I suddenly feel like conceding. ‘Sure, you did say that. I don’t know why I was opposing you like that. Now, do you mind if I lie down on the floor here? I’m a better tutor when I’m prone.’
How was your Thanksgiving meal? Like maybe you could tell me about your stuffing…
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I like your Thanksgiving account and the photos are great!
I was in your recent home of California during thanksgiving and travelled from LA to Berkeley for 8 hours on the Monday…my thanksgiving meal consisted of tuna from a can mixed with avacado on rice cakes. To top it off and pay tribute to Canadian Thanksgiving, I had a pumpkin flovoured beer while watching that 70′s show in a hotel room.
My parents were surprised to learn I drank beer, let alone PUMPKIN beer, but I wanted to pay tribute! And, you can buy alchohol in a grocery store when all other places seem to close before 5pm and you’re wondering around starving at 8pm. Oh the adeventures of learning a new town.
None the less, when I arrived home yesterday, I had some good turkey leftovers and mashed potatoes with Pumpkin pie for dessert.
I don’t know about the whole calling a fake turkey, dindon…might upset francophones!!! Now why would our dindon be your fake turkey? Let’s say faux dindon for fake turkey:)
By the way, I like the hair!
MC – maybe that was an ambiguous sentence. I mean turkey = dindon. Fake turkey (for the vegetarians) = ‘fake’ dindon or as you put it faux dindon.
My stuffing was from a box, but those Brownberry people sure know their stuff! I’m too lazy to get all fancy with stuffing, and choose to save fancy for the apple pie instead!
We had a very swank meal with my in-laws at the Old Mill… if ever there was a place for the perfect brunch, this is it! But it’s left me feeling empty… for the much desired leftovers this week…
I need another excuse to cook my own turkey!
i had two BC turkeys. one was covered in bacon and filled with delicious stuffing and eaten with many friends on the 33rd floor overlooking the cambie bridge. after dinner i learned how kick-a-man-in-the-knees-leading-with-the-hips from a very muscular guy who trains ultimate fighters.
the second turkey was eaten with 17 newly met family members of my S.O.(significant other) where the entire Graham family was introduced to my homemade apple crisp. it was a hit.
i must admit i missed my davey family on the holiday. xx
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