"I hate eating turkey" says English boyfriend to American girlfriend on Thanksgiving
Yawning, Stretching, and wishing the alarm wasn’t so early, 200,000 Americans will wake up in Britain today. (Gosh, can you believe there are so many of us here?)
Today, we will have one thing in common, because its Thanksgiving back home!
An interview:
“What is Thanksgiving again?” says Mr. Chill, my loved-up Northerner.
“Is it a festival of Thanks or something? I remember seeing it in John Candy films. It sounds like a sneaky marketing opportunity. Am I going to be quoted on your blog about this?”
“Oh honey”, I say, “We’ve had this conversation last year– its where people celebrate what they are thankful for, remember?”
“Well, I hate eating turkey”, he says. “Its one of the ugliest creatures on the planet. Its so ugly it makes me sick to think of eating it. Its head is too small for its body and it has a bingo wing for a chin. If someone has said that all turkeys on this planet were going to be extinct, I wouldn’t be sad, I would even rather see rattlesnakes survive. Actually this is not a bad idea. Who were the pilgrims again? Is it a celebration about when they landed or something?”
So thus I start to explain why us Americans celebrate thanksgiving.
“When the pilgrims first landed upon our shores they encountered the first native people, who shared with them their harvest so … wait, look, here is a picture from google images!”
“Hang on” he says, “What went wrong? I thought the pilgrims shot them all and became your gun-crazy Americans?”
“Never mind…”, I say, and give up trying to explain the logic of it.
This will be the first conversation of many that I will have trying to explain our Thanksgiving celebrations today.
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