|Carousel, watercolor, 2012, collection of Ms. Allison Friedman|
Son #2 and his lady are visiting for a week. When we wave goodbye, I have another week to add some sunshine to these fading tresses, some sparkle to these phalanges and shut down the house. Then two weeks of watercolor on the beach in Mexico. All and all a month of fun-- first hugs, then the intoxicating aroma of sun screen in the salt air. It's time to put My Guys aside and get the turkey started.
|Roth Thanksgiving 2010. Son #1 did the honors.|
Wrong food. Nothing as gourmet as turkey was served at the first Thanksgiving. I'm jumping the arrow.
Held in 1621 in Plymouth, Massachusetts, the celebration was one of thanks for making it through the first year. Only half the Pilgrims survived that year of hardship. The feast was thrown by Governor Bradford and lasted three days. They ate ducks and geese and drank the beer they brought over the Atlantic on the Mayflower. The Wampanoag Indians, who were kind enough to teach them how to cultivate the soil, were invited of course. The Pilgrims couldn't possibly have served their honored guests turkey.
Turkey feathers were too valuable. The Wampanoag used them on their arrows to stabilize them in flight. True aim was a priority and wild turkeys were difficult to kill. They could run twenty miles per hour and fly fifty miles per hour. The ones we buy, can't fly at all. A more authentic dish would be something I could catch--like a chicken. I caught one at the Kroger just last week; it's in the freezer. We're set.for Thursday.
Whatever you eat to celebrate your coming to America and surviving to tell your tale, have a lovely holiday my fellow countrymen. Happy painting my fellow bloggers. Y romper el tequila mis amigos, Linda se encuentra en su camino.
* An easy recipe for turkey, so the chef says: http://www.howtocookathanksgivingturkey.com/