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November 27, 2008

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Haruko

Good morning from Tokyo. I am so sorry i always forget what time is it in Cyprus. I wanted to tell you that this year our very own thanksgiving day was november 23. Japan’s Thanksgiving Day is called Kinro Kansha no Hi = thanksgiving day for labor…or Labor Thanksgiving Day. On this day, the Japanese express thanksgiving to one another for work done throughout the year.However, before Labor Thanksgiving Day became what it is now, it was called Niinamesai (Harvest Festival). Many churches have a similar festival over here.

Anastasia

Hi Haruko. Right now it's 00:31 in Cyprus. A half hour after midnight. Thank you very much for sharing the info about your country. I honestly did not know there was a thanksgiving day in Japan. We don't celebrate Thanksgiving here but we do celebrate Labour Day on May 1st

Laura

Thank you for sharing this very informative blog on thanksgiving. I might just as well bake a pumpkin pie for the weekend.Take good care of yourself and have a lovely weekend.

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Emma

I cooked literally all day for my two mommies and their mom and my husband, who showed them all how to play Wii Sports. Watching them together pretty much made me fall in love with my husband all over again, so I didn't bristle too much when my mother insinuated she would disown me if the husband and I ever split.I made turkey; homemade cranberry sauce; way too much stuffing; mashed red potatoes with pecorino romano, shallots, and arugula; green beans with lemon-hazelnut butter; and a bourbon-pecan pie with bourbon and chocolate drizzle and vanilla ice cream.I poured boiling water all over myself in the middle of prep, and was already having the heaviest day of my period, but it was still pretty much the best day of the year. I can't wait until next year. Hope I will survive !

I Will Survive - Gloria Gaynor

Anastasia

My dear Emma, if ony I could be amongst you and yours. Your festive meal sounds like an ode to the palate. Hmmmm...you will survive! I love this song!

Jeff

It was a blast......aside from the cousin we hardly ever see, that showed up with his trailer park trash Becky and her 3 kids. 1 of whom felt a need to run her grimmy fingers around the rim of the Red Velevet cake, I'd been eyeing all afternoon.

If ever a person could have been killed by looks alone, that lil trick woulda died on the spot.

Stefania

I have heard about thanksgiving celebrated in America but I didn't know what exactly they celebrate and why. Thanks , Anastasia mou, for this very interesting and enlightening information. Have a great weekend

David P

I remember looking forward to the extra days off from school. Of course, homework was still part of the four days of my delightful vacation.

Mom, was always busy with cleaning and then it seems like she would spend hours in the kitchen preparing different dishes.

Candy, peanuts lots of other snacks were laid out on the coffee table in the Lazy Susan. All of us were told not to eat too much or, forbidden to even touch the tasty treats as not to spoil our appetite for the big Thanksgiving meal.

Of course, all of us snatched up a morsel or two when mom was not looking!

The frangrance of the homemade meal is still a memory that still elates in the nostrils of my mind.

I cannot forget the noisy clatter in the kitchen in the wee hours of the morning when the Turkey was cleaned and stuffed and then hoisted into the oven with magnificiant care.

Then of course as the clock ticked into several hours, the turkey, now permenating its irrestible smell throughout the house and was brought out temporaily to baste it from its own juices.

Soon one of us would alert mom to a fight that just broke out amongst ourselves, which always got resolved by her discreet yell of "Behave or else!"

I was anxious to see the realitives come in as they showed up at our door, Grandma Hazel and her husband Steve, Aunt Arlene and her family. We also may have my stepmoms sister come in from Skokie, Illnois, Aunt Ruth and Uncle Jack.

I look back and wonder sometimes, how on earth did we make room for all the company?

Dad, was a drinker back then and I remember him always offering people alcoholic beverages. Of course, the kids got soda pop.

Finally we all sat down to eat...us young kids sat at the card table and the adults sat at the dining room table or the kitchen table. A short prayer was said and then we all dug in.

Turkey, gravy, mashed potatoes, sweet potatoes, fresh fruit salad, cranberry sliced on a plate. Now, that was a meal I must say, fit for a King!

Stuffed to the gills, no one had room right away for the wonderful desserts that I would sit and stare at!

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