Margarita, Canada does indeed celebrate Thanksgiving, but in October, as you've said.
Thanksgiving is a favorite holiday for many Americans; something any and everyone can celebrate, and so simple! Food, family, friends.
One of the things I'm thankful for today (and every day) is the many people who educate me; thanks very much for being one of them! I have never heard of Thanks-Giving Square, despite several trips to Dallas. The spiral is lovely!
We ate at the museum, which has an excellent cafeteria. My son had alligator as an appetizer ("tastes like chicken." said he. "lizards usually do." replied I.), bison steak, kale, and what he dubbed "beaten potatoes" which were potatoes mashed with beets. He also had some of everything I had, which was turkey with gravy and cranberries (tart tart tart!!), an amazing (cold) wild rice and watercress salad, stuffing, and a butternut squash dish that was delish. We bought three desserts (maple pecan pie, pinenut tart, and apple crumble pie), two of which came home with us, as did half of his meal and a large order of pumpkin soup.
We talked about family on the drive home, old family -- his great-grandparents and distant cousins and who came over when and from where and how long one line has been here and changed last names -- and immigration patterns in the US and Scots-Irish and their influence on English in the US and why there are so many Methodist churches in the area. When we got home, we looked at stuff that we'd cleared out of my mother's house some years ago-- his grandfather's resume and great-grandfather's military service papers and old school photos of his mother and uncles and the lovely English springer spaniel my family had when I was a small child and music programs and an old grocery book listing purchases, prices, and balances that had belonged to a long-ago cousin-by-marriage and letters about a scandalous family feud my brother and I hadn't known about until we were boxing up these papers. He declared "Rufus" a funny name, I tried to open a camera very similar to the one below and failed, and then he wandered off to sleep off his still-full, and I puzzled over how to get everything back where it had been before, because it certainly seemed to take up more space than it had when we'd started pawing through it.
He's still sleeping, and I should probably go give various cats-that-are-mine and cats-who-think-they-are-mine tuna for their Thanksgiving meal now that I'm done threatening old friends on Facebook with giving old pictures of them to their children.
