Thanksgiving weekend is usually the time of year I feel most homesick. Usually, living far from family in a different country doesn’t bother me. Here in Canada, we have a wonderful and full life.
However, Thanksgiving reminds me that I do live in another world. We don’t have off of work or school for a mid-day Thursday feast. There aren’t Turkey decorations and massive sales (although this is increasing. The sales, not the turkeys in Pilgrims hats). The worst part is that when I call home to wish everyone Thanksgiving, I’m a phone call in the midst of a feast. I hear brothers joking, pots rattling and parents debating Turkey readiness. And after chatting with Grandparents and Uncles and Aunts, I hang up. I go back to work, back to class, back to normal life.
And so, the days before Thanksgiving get me a bit weepy. But then I have these awesome Thanksgiving feasts with ex-pats and Canadians, and my belly and my heart are filled.
Last week we had such a feast. (Sidenote: our friends moved into their new house a month ago, have 2 children under 3 and hosted 30+ adults and children for Thanksgiving. They are also my heroes)
Funny story about this. A is a new friend of ours, a student who just moved from India. Varun was describing how he makes chai, in a mixture of Hindi and English (chai recipes vary). When Varun got to “cinnamon”, he was stuck. I piped in with the word I thought it was. This sparked a big discussion (in Hindi) about brown sugar and white sugar and cinnamon and cane sugar. They were more confused than ever. I tried to describe cinnamon sticks.
“It’s brown. And about this big.” (I stuck up my pinky finger, the rest of my fingers in a fist).
Both guys burst out laughing.
“Um, Amelia. In India, that’s the sign that you need to go to the bathroom.”
Niiiice. Nothing says enjoy-your-pumpkin-pie like a little Hindi/English bathroom innuendo. (So. Classy.)
Despite my feeling sorry for myself at the beginning of the week, I ended up having a fun and delicious Thanksgiving meal. It’s amazing the effect that pie and whipped cream and loud Americans and a little bathroom humour can have on me…
(Anyone know what the title is in reference to?)