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Eating With Americans

Posted by on November 29, 2012

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)

 “Welcome Buddies”. You can see why we’re friends with our lovely hosts.

Nom Nom Nom.

Varun and his Indian friend bonding with Baby J

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.)

Pumpkin pie made by Varun. Delicious. And my husband BAKED IT!

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?)

3 Responses to Eating With Americans

  1. Kay in India

    Interesting! Except we generally celebrated thanksgiving in October …. And it was totally different than American Thanksgiving.

    • Amelia

      That’s one of advantage of living in Canada–thanksgiving in October means two thanksgivings!

      Are you Canadian? I’m curious, in what sense are your celebrations different from American Thanksgiving?

  2. Karen Heska

    did you guys figure out what cinammon was? We say dal chini?
    also, I am very impressed Varun baked..a pumpkin pie at that! Crust and all?

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