The celebration of harvest has evolved into a celebration of something else, and everything about food- good, better, best. As my dietary preferences change, I'm not particularly experimental about food or tolerant of people who wag their fingers in my face at my food choices.
Wryly I wonder, if Thanksgiving is such a politically correct celebration in terms of its food. Look at the greater furore it raised this year about turkeys. Turkeys! They're the staple of any Thanksgiving dinner, and for Christmas. And well, I used to prefer turkey ham over pork ham.
My not-in-lala-land aunts are trying to be funny. They have gone out to the markets, bought 'eating' geese (not the ornamental ones) and are raising and fattening them for the Christmas meals instead of turkey. The aunts on the other side of the Atlantic have followed suit and served up geese for Thanksgiving tonight. It's very disconcerting to see your food walk around before it's dead. I fail to see how that can be more exciting than buying a dead turkey at the market. Oh well. I'm not about to waste Skype credits arguing with them or watch their geese flap their wings.
Then, as I'm going through emails now, it's quite another thing see almost real-time photos gleefully sent by the Aunts of their Thanksgiving bird (the geese/goose) roasting in the ovens now. Very disturbing. All done in between running commentary bitching about the Macy's Thanksgiving Parade that's underway.
Happy Thanksgiving, silly people. Remember to dish out blessings to those who need it more than you do.