Thanksgiving

We had a lovely Thanksgiving with our friends Jim and Ali Hall. (Their daughter's name is Anna and I never cease to get joy out of calling her Annie Hall.) Thanksgiving is a proper American holiday which Brits don't seem to get, or at least most seem to have forgotten the premise is that we were barrel assing our way out of these parts some centuries ago. So maybe it's a thumb to the nose that we flaunt our celebration here in the metropole. My Dad and JoAnn were in town with us for a couple weeks and it was really nice for us to be able celebrate with them as well. Buying a turkey here involves plucking, brining, and foregoing about a week's pay, so chicken it was with all the fixings. The food was great, the wine was flowing (thanks Jim!), and the not-freezing night allowed for extended celebrations in the garden. Makes me think that the summer patio party we had with Ali in attendance was not accidentally fabulous. The Halls are actually moving back to the US in a few weeks and we will surely miss them.