There was no Thanksgiving celebrated in the Girdner/Ramsey household this year. There are several reasons for this. One reason is that it’s just Girdner and Ramsey in the household. There are no daughters to share a meal with or anything of that nature that would give us some reason to make food. The second reason is that this was American Thanksgiving. You see, the wonderful part about being both a Canadian and American (aside from the fact that I can hit the road to Canada if things go wrong in the US of A) is that Canada celebrates Thanksgiving on a different day! Theoretically, I should be having TWO Thanksgivings a year…one in October and one in November. Alas, we did not celebrate either day. This is because of a combination of busy-ness and laziness. So, did I celebrate Thanksgiving this year? No. I did not.

Every year on Thanksgiving, my mother likes to remind me that I didn’t like Thanksgiving dinner when I was a child. I was a very picky eater and Thanksgiving food had a texture that just made little Randall feel uncomfortable. I mean, seriously…Turkeys are awful-looking animals. Why would I want to eat one? Mashed potatoes? No thank you. I prefer my potatoes fried. Stuffing? Are you telling me that you shoved that substance up into the turkey while it was cooking? Frightening. And let’s not even delve into the concepts of deviled eggs, cranberry sauce, and pumpkin pie. (Shudder).