Ever since I moved to the UK nearly 18 years ago, each year I say “this year, I’m going to make a Thanksgiving dinner”. And I haven’t done yet. It’s not that I don’t want to keep some cultural traditions in the family . . . it’s just that it’s not easy when everyone has school and work. It’s just a normal day here.
However, yesterday, I made a roast chicken dinner. I know it’s not turkey, but it was huge. The kids, as they do, came in for the meal and left before dishes . . . but they enjoyed it.
One interesting thing here in England is that I hear all about Black Friday. There are Black Friday sales everywhere today. But . . . not Thanksgiving. Black Friday, of course, is the federal holiday (part of the long Thanksgiving weekend) where everyone goes out shopping.
We have Black Friday . . . but not Thanksgiving. We observe the shadow and not the object.
It always amazes me.
