Putting the Luck in Potluck
Twenty people attended last night's celebration of Thanksgiving. Twenty people! It was awesome. In addition to the traditional things that I made (the pies, a turkey, sweet potato casserole) we also had trifle, a scrumptious pasta salad, pigs in a blanket (of bacon), and the best joint of beef I've had in a very, very long time. Oh, and beer. Lots and lots of beer. And, some wine. The evening was amazing. Everyone was milling about and trying the different things and chatting with different people. It was so very exciting. Two of the chefs (as in people who actually chef as opposed to people who cooked for the event) came late but gave me a present of an American flag. I wore it as a cape for the rest of the evening. And, then when I couldn't party anymore and wanted to go to bed, John wore it as a cape.
I got to explain that it wasn't a holiday about slaughter six or twelve times. I also found out that apparently Canadians from British Columbia don't like the lumberjack song by Monty Python. Apparently, they take it personally that some British guys once joked that there may me crossdressers in the lumberjack population. (And, since they are in the general population and probably more common than most people think it is likely there are lumberjacks that like to secretly wear women's clothing. What? I'm just sayin'....)
All in all, I'd say it was a successful evening.
P.S. Anne-Marie, you were missed.
