I wonder who exactly it is that I need to apply to if I want to borrow a national holiday?
Thanksgiving, I mean. It’s an event that generally passes us by on this side of the Atlantic but, having enjoyed several Thanksgiving dinners in the company of American friends and family, I’ve become quite partial to the event.
Finding no guidance on the matter of who to ask, I thought it best to go straight to the top.
Dear Mr. President,
I would like to borrow, if I may, your Thanksgiving holiday. Given that it has its roots in celebrating harvest bounty and involves eating lots of nice food, it seems like rather a good one to me.
May I remind you that you seem to have Paddy’s Day out on permanent loan, it seems only fair to claw one back.
P.S. Hope you like the cranberry sauce
Giving thanks with cranberries
Whatever about today being Paddy’s Day (and a very happy Lá ‘Le Pádraig to one and all), I can confirm that tomorrow, in my own little corner of the universe, it will be Biscotti Day. Biscotti Day doesn’t have a fixed date in the Spud calendar, but depends on a particular alignment of circumstances and sentiment which result in me taking a notion that biscotti needs must be made and graciously bestowed upon my fellow workers.
Biscotti and madeira, a match made in heaven
Food of the nation
It had to happen.
If you’ve been reading this blog for any length of time, you’ll know that it’s not just about potatoes, though they can loom large at times – it’s my national food, after all. So I thought it was perhaps about time that I acknowledge the spud’s special significance by bringing a regular weekly spud to the table.