Thanksgiven

We got our first New England (NE) Thanksgiving (ThxG) under our belts. Not to sound smug, but until you've experienced ThxG in its birthplace, well, you just haven't experienced ThxG. I'd love to tell you all the secrets, wonders, and rituals associated with ThxG in NE, but we were sworn to secrecy in an ancient and elaborate initiation ceremony and were we to disclose any of those secrets we would be forced to submit to another ritual known as "The Stuffing of One Thousand Sorrows," a fate worse than death. Well, OK, I suppose sharing just one NE ThxG secret wouldn't hurt: here, they have a magic gravy made from angel drippings that temporarily gives you the ability to fly but it tastes just like regular gravy.

Actually we went to a co-worker's house who likes taking in strays on major holidays. It was really fun. She had a very diverse family with representatives from several countries and "all" major religions. This translated into more diverse food choices as well.

Brisket on ThxG: good idea.

My co-worker's husband was a character. He works two full time jobs because he likes "The good life," which means throwing elaborate parties several times a year and having a substantial supply of rare whiskey and good cigars. He was a dead ringer for Muhammed Ali and doesn't take kindly to people wearing hats inside the house. I was glad I don't wear hats. Everyone was friendly, which is nice when you have twenty-odd people in a ~700 sqare foot condo, approximately half of which were occupied by ThxG decorations and half of the remaining half by food. It was fun. We had our own ThxG on Sunday so we could make everything exactly the way we like it. We did use the new magic gravy recipe but were too full to fly anywhere safely. Plus, the Vikings were on TV.