We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Many are not traveling, many are hiding out, so it will be a bummer of a TG this year for lots of people.
We typically have 25+ (my sibs, nieces and nephews, my in-laws, some friends), two turkeys, everybody brings something, and we have a prayer time too. This year, apparently not all of that.
I like a big crowd for TG, and the forced child labor for dish- and pot-washing is essential because we give all of the help the day off here.
This year, I have even thought about Thai takeout (although venison and turkey is traditional here), but a pal sent me an interesting idea: Browned Possum with Taters. Plenty of them around here, but not available at Costco, frozen or otherwise.
Is crispy Possum tastier than stir-fried Raccoon? You be the judge.
The last time I was offered possum was about 35 years ago, a survey crew in Florida. The gentleman was in the process of eating a possum sandwich, and he offered me one. At the time, he was about to take another bite, and the possum grease was running down his arms and dripping off his elbows. I politely declined. I'm sure it was very tasty.
So would most of us, including lockdown supporters, when answering only for ourselves. The point is the health of the others present.
Assistant Village Idiot
I was going to visit my 93 yo Mother in Las Vegas for Thanksgiving, but since my Father died last fall, she's keeping the holidays low key. Because of Covid, my brother, her care advocate, said no. (I'm in Fl). He's also a Biden supporter. My wife's been out in Vegas since Sept, caring for Mom; she's spent 2/3 of the last 2.5 years, spelling the local and not local siblings. I'll see the wife again in Dec. It's life.
So, no, it's not normal. My wife was supposed to return from Vegas in Mar after a Feb-Mar stint (8 week). She returned instead in Jul and left again in Sept. (And she was delayed a week due to Hurricane Sally...not that others didn't suffer much more from storms this year). Thank goodness for SW airlines and their flexibility.
Everybody knows you Bar-b-que coon. It's greasey, and cooks over coals well. It's a 'thing' in little stands near the rivers bottoms from Texas to Florida. Nutria (giant Venezuelan rat) also.
(Note: there is no meat inspection in these places, they usually open about 6pm Friday and close on Sunday evening.)
Cabrito (goat) is good grilled and quite popular with most anyone south of Dallas. Nothing odd about this, but then I sometimes eat chicken gizzards.
It's all a matter of how poor you were growing up.
This from Canada, where we celebrate a month earlier because winter tends to hit mid-October.
Back in the day, one of our offsprings was head of the "preschool" class at our Sunday School. Said offspring had developed a food-based curriculum for the class, but the speciality was Thanksgiving Sunday when the class would make pumpkin pies to share with their families. The recipe was simple: the pastry was made
chez nous the day before (following a recipe which - many years before, my mother had been given by the sister of the owner of the local hair salon) and which we contributed, along with the aluminum pie plates. The students were each handed a ball of pastry and - helped by volunteers (often older sibs) - rolled said ball out into a reasonable semblance of a pastry shell and placed into the aluminum pie plates. Then the filling was dispensed: each child was give a ziploc baggie and into it was dispensed the requisite amounts of pumpkin puree and spices. The children got to really mush up the ingredients and then a corner was cut so the filling could dribble into the pastry shell. Almonds were placed on the top to identify each pie. Into the church oven they went, and they were carried proudly home by the pre-schoolers as their contribution to Thanksgiving dinner.
The kids were really pleased to be able to contribute to the Thanksgiving dinner; it's not always a three-year-old can make a substantive contribution to a family celebation.