Tuesday, November 28, 2006
Thnxgvng: Stranger is better
I cooked a Turkey last week. We didn't spend the holiday with family. Matter of fact the people at our table where as unfamiliar as two dogs with sinus congestion meeting for the first time.
This led to a wonderful meal. No one talking about rashes or other bodily diseases they or someone they knew had. We didn't talk about what we do for a living or sports or anything competitive. The people that came over where consultants that the wife is working with. They were going to be in town and rather than have them spend the holiday stuck in a hotel in Boston ,where nothing is opened on major holidays, we invited them over. They brought beer and wine; what nice people. 2 were from Germany, 2 Swiss, 1 Canadian (now living in Zurich), a Father and son from Chile, a Brit (who wont go in our kitchen anymore thanks to a invisible dog correction device) and the 4 of us.
We talked about accents, differences in schooling, driving laws and faux pas one would only tell someone you just tried to speak to with 3.5 years worth of 14 year-old German (I told them that I didn't have a shark, they didn't ask about a shark but that word I remember).
No one resented anyone for having taped over their Rick Springfield cassett, talked about the funny songs they sang in the shower or how they would fart all night when they shared a room a lifetime ago.
The shackles of growing pains were no where in site. The most pleasant sound was that of clanging silverware and dishes punctuated by yummy noises as we enjoyed a traditional American holiday. It reminded me of spending Christmas at the in-laws for the first time. All of the components were there but arranged just a bit differently.
My favorite leftover: having a holiday without the emotional doggie bag. Prost
This led to a wonderful meal. No one talking about rashes or other bodily diseases they or someone they knew had. We didn't talk about what we do for a living or sports or anything competitive. The people that came over where consultants that the wife is working with. They were going to be in town and rather than have them spend the holiday stuck in a hotel in Boston ,where nothing is opened on major holidays, we invited them over. They brought beer and wine; what nice people. 2 were from Germany, 2 Swiss, 1 Canadian (now living in Zurich), a Father and son from Chile, a Brit (who wont go in our kitchen anymore thanks to a invisible dog correction device) and the 4 of us.
We talked about accents, differences in schooling, driving laws and faux pas one would only tell someone you just tried to speak to with 3.5 years worth of 14 year-old German (I told them that I didn't have a shark, they didn't ask about a shark but that word I remember).
No one resented anyone for having taped over their Rick Springfield cassett, talked about the funny songs they sang in the shower or how they would fart all night when they shared a room a lifetime ago.
The shackles of growing pains were no where in site. The most pleasant sound was that of clanging silverware and dishes punctuated by yummy noises as we enjoyed a traditional American holiday. It reminded me of spending Christmas at the in-laws for the first time. All of the components were there but arranged just a bit differently.
My favorite leftover: having a holiday without the emotional doggie bag. Prost
Labels: Holiday
Friday, November 03, 2006
desserted island question
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