Tim and I planned a traditional Thanksgiving dinner to celebrate our first Canadian holiday as expats. While most of you were enjoying turkey, stuffing and pumpkin pie a week ago, the boys and I were still zombies recovering from the 9-hour time difference. After a week of adjusting our sleeping patterns, visiting countless grocery stores, specialty food stores and ethnic grocers for the necessary ingredients and up until the wee hours preparing food, we sat down to overloaded plates on Sunday night.
To join in the festivities, we invited a few friends (okay, we invited our only friends) and set out to provide them with a real Canadian experience. In total, we had 3 English, 2 Germans, and 5 Canadians crammed in around our IKEA breakfast table jutted up against our friend’s matching IKEA breakfast table (so there is an upside to everyone having the same furniture as you…).
Thanksgiving is of course a holiday commemorating the pilgrims who discovered the Americas and gave thanks for the first harvest, so I knew that Europeans wouldn’t celebrate it. What I wasn’t expecting were the guests who had never tasted pumpkin pie! EVER! The lack of interest in pumpkin pie means you don’t find the canned stuff in grocery stores here but Tim suggested we boil and puree our own pumpkins…what a great idea! It turned out fantastically and when you think about how easy it is to make pumpkin pie, it’s really not all that much work to make the puree yourself.
I had a chuckle at the English guests telling me that my Brussels Sprouts with Pecan Brown Butter were “simply brilliant”. It just sounded so praiseful with their sophisticated accents and all. And speaking of brilliant, Tim did an incredible job of his first turkey! I think the opening line of the recipe directions pretty much sums it up: “2 to 3 days before roasting:”. Say WHAT?! Yeah, you read that right…he started working on preparations for the bird 2 days before dinner! In fact, it goes further back than that because he had to first find a butcher who could order him a turkey. After a fair bit of charades and basic German communication, the butcher got on the phone and called a local farmer, secured a turkey of our size and ordered it right there! Now that’s local.
The only other cultural oddity was the comments about my gravy looking “real”. I was perplexed. I’ve never heard of “fake” gravy. Everyone in my family knows that I take gravy very seriously. The gravy is MY deal. As it turns out, the Swiss don’t even know what gravy is (I mean, who needs gravy when you have melted cheese slathered over everything?) but they typically have what’s called “brown sauce”…an imitation gravy made from a…(GASP!)…package! My mom might be having a panic attack right this very minute. But it begs the question, if we balk at the brown sauce, I wonder what types of horrific culinary crimes WE North Americans committ?
Tim: How about slices of processed “cheese”?!
Hmmm…good one hun. The Swiss would surely frown upon one-ingredient-from-plastic-American-cheese. Geesh, there’s only one deli in all of Basel that even sells bonafide Cheddar Cheese!
DRISDELLE THANKSGIVING DINNER MENU
Roast Turkey with Apple Cinnamon Aromatics
Maple Ginger-Glazed Sweet Potatoes
Simple Mashed Potatoes
Brussels Sprouts with Pecan Brown Butter
Fresh Cranberry Sauce
“Real” Roast Turkey Gravy
Fresh Pumpkin Pie with Whipped Cream & Toasted Pumpkin Seeds
All in all, it was a hugely successful Thanksgiving Dinner with great food and fantastic company. Once we retired for the evening (after hanging out with the English folks, I’m allowed to say words like “retired”, it’s great!), Tim and I reflected on what worked and what we can change for next year when we realized that we forgot to go around the table and share what we’re thankful for! Well, had we remembered, I would have announced that I am thankful for all the support these dear friends have given Tim and I as we make this huge life change. Thank you Martin & Anne, Joel & Sina, and our newest friends, Stephen & Ruth! We appreciate you all.