I spent U.S. Thanksgiving in Vancouver, Canada. Two days rain, two with sun, all about forty-two degrees Fahrenheit. For a native southern Californian, wearing a below-the-knee raincoat and bundling up in scarves is fun. With a wise eye-glint, one local man said that novelty would probably wear off after a day or two.
Canadian Thanksgiving is second Monday of October and not a big deal, compared to U.S. Last Saturday, however, my Canadian in-laws prepared one of the best Thanksgiving dinners I’ve ever had. Oh, how good stuffing is when made with a fresh baguette, torn to pieces.
Here’s the turkey, just out of the oven.
And the apple crisp, being readied for the oven.
Nearing the end, and that’s okay.