Although not in the states for Thanksgiving Day, we still managed to pull off an amazing meal here in Brighton. With the help of Maya, my flatmates, and other friends from the area (some of which were in fact American), each person left with the traditional feeling of overwhelming fullness... in other words, it was a success!
I was eager to play the matriarch in an attempt to make my Nana proud by cooking the bird. Chauna and I named him Alejandro (his American name though was Alex, and his Native name was Running Feather). Please note the past tense. Alejandro's final moments are documented below.
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| Running Feather Before |
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| Running Feather After |
Poor Alejandro! He gave his life for your feast. Congrats on a successful Thanksgiving.
ReplyDeleteSo what did your English friends think about this tradition? Did any of them point out to the real history behind the holiday? (And what, pray tell, do they think of Independence day? :-)).
-GF
Hey Gary!
ReplyDeleteYes, in fact we fiddled around on the internet for quite some time watching videos and reading commentaries on the U.S.'s true history with the Native Americans.
We will wait until Independence Day to tackle that next one ;)
xx