After a day of incredible food with The Matchmakers and family, I’m completely stuffed and barely capable of lifting my fingers to the keyboard. To be fair, after giant helpings of turkey, mashed potato, roasted vegetables, stuffing, mashed purple cauliflower and green beans, I’ve probably only got myself to blame.
All in all, I’m a big fan of Thanksgiving. After all, it’s the reason I met The Special One in the first place. And who could ever complain about a holiday that allows a family to gather together, eat food, drink wine, watch football and chat for hours upon end?
The only complaint anybody could ever have is the absolute inability of anybody American to understand that Thanksgiving is a holiday celebrated only by the people in this fair country. Given how intrinsically linked Thanksgiving is to American history, you’d think that maybe this country’s inhabitants would realise that it’s an incredibly US-centric event.
Yet for the last thirteen years of spending time in the US, I’ve long since lost count of the number of times that I’ve been asked by an American about my plans for Thanksgiving. When it comes down to it, nobody outside America even knows that it’s Thanksgiving. It’s difficult to describe the reaction when I’ve been forced to explain that the closest I’ve usually got to a Thanksgiving feast has been a turkey sandwich from Pret A Manger.
Strangely, however stuffed I feel right now, a turkey sandwich may well be on the cards again tonight. After all, it is a holiday.