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Ben Franklin proposed the turkey as America's national bird. He said that "the Turkey is in Comparison a much more respectable Bird [than the eagle], and withal a true original Native of America."
Good point. However, if he had carried the day, what on earth would Americans eat themselves stupid with every November? Bald eagles? Pigeons? Tofurkey (the mind boggles, or rather cringes)?
I have made apple pie, I have made pumpkin pie. I have made homemade cranberry sauce, I have prepared orange-honey glaze for the turkey. I have peeled and cooked 3lb of tiny little onions in order to make my dad's favorite creamed onions. I have broken out the good china, the Irish linen tablecloth, and the extra leaf in the table. (All I need is a pair of wolfhounds to make it a Very Malfoy Thanksgiving...)
I have prepared clever comebacks for the conservatives and the Christians in attendance.
Bring it on. Let the family descend, damn it, I'm ready. And if not, there's always Obliviate.
Now, since all my American flisters will be in a tryptophan-induced coma starting tomorrow, I'm relying on all of you from across the pond (in various directions) to keep me amused over the long weekend. Don't let me down!
Good point. However, if he had carried the day, what on earth would Americans eat themselves stupid with every November? Bald eagles? Pigeons? Tofurkey (the mind boggles, or rather cringes)?
I have made apple pie, I have made pumpkin pie. I have made homemade cranberry sauce, I have prepared orange-honey glaze for the turkey. I have peeled and cooked 3lb of tiny little onions in order to make my dad's favorite creamed onions. I have broken out the good china, the Irish linen tablecloth, and the extra leaf in the table. (All I need is a pair of wolfhounds to make it a Very Malfoy Thanksgiving...)
I have prepared clever comebacks for the conservatives and the Christians in attendance.
Bring it on. Let the family descend, damn it, I'm ready. And if not, there's always Obliviate.
Now, since all my American flisters will be in a tryptophan-induced coma starting tomorrow, I'm relying on all of you from across the pond (in various directions) to keep me amused over the long weekend. Don't let me down!
