When I moved across the border I swore to myself that I would continue living as an American in Canada. I love this country and proudly call it home, but I do not consider myself Canadian. In fact, legally my paper work declares me as a "landed immigrant," which in "Alissaisms" translates to,
"I plan on staying for a good long time."
So last year on that forth Thursday in November, on what would appear to be a normal day in the office for Canadians, my American roots were boo hooing, (and craving turkey.)
I decided between emails and meetings that moving forward we would celebrate Thanksgiving with our southern neighbours. Yes, we would be that family who takes off Wednesday through Friday, pulls their kids out of school, watches the parade, mindlessly tunes into football, and eats a free-range organic supper-happy-before-it-died turkey.
and fast forward one year later...
Our intentions were bang on...but when an opportunity like this presents itself, things change. Come on, who can say no to the Cat in the Hat? Which means with Brian, choreographer extraordinaire, working all day and well into the night for Friday's opening, I have a dilemma. Do I fulfil my turkey pledge and carry on? With our without daddy?
Without sounding all cliche, the true meaning of Thanksgiving has nothing to do with the dinner we eat and everything to do with the company we keep.
My boys, too young to remember, will not care much about this year's Thanksgiving. But as their parents...we will hold onto every detail. Their sour looks upon tasting turnips, their continued trips to the kitchen for samplings of stuffing, their oohhing eyes over the Macy's day parade and all it's wonder. Do I really want my lasting memory to be..."remember that first US Thanksgiving in Canada without Dad?"
A circus without it's ringmaster. Shitty right?
So plans are off. Well more like on hold. As I, 30 and turkeyless, have decided that it's time I take on this poultry challenge. Plus we need a dress rehearsal. And although our super organic, free range, happy-hippy turkey looks more like this...
and actually has a "parts may be missing" disclaimer on the label...a wee bit disturbing, it'll be the perfect test drive for next year's big to-do about turkey and all things thankful.
until next time - ABCD