When I was a kid we had a family tradition on Thanksgiving that while we prepared our meal we would listen to Alice’s Restaurant, since that is sort of a Thanksgiving song…and it seems that there are many others out there who have the same tradition. I hope to continue this tradition with our own children. Thanks to TGW for the MP3 and thanks to Arlo Guthrie for such an awesome song.
Thanksgiving in Hong Kong came and went this year with not much ado. Cybr and I spent the holiday in the immigration office, then he went to work and I came home to find Chini’s eye swollen the size of a golf ball. I took her to the vet and then had a massive headache for the rest of the evening.
Today I made pie crusts (yes, with flour and stuff), rolled it out into pie shapes using a glass (I don’t have a rolling pin), cut up bread to make stuffing, baked a pumpkin pie, made a silk chocolate pie (or hair pie as it has been called once, but not for the reason you may expect), and peeled the bandage off Burrito’s new tail.
Our official Thanksgiving dinner is going to be tomorrow with some friends of ours, which I am very much looking forward to. It isn’t the same as being with family, but it will certainly feel more like Thanksgiving than it would if it were just us hanging out at home..
I think we may go to the Multi-Cultural Festival in Discovery Bay tomorrow. I expect it won’t be a big thrill, it will likely be like every other festival here in DB but we are going anyway.
Other than that, I am not sure what we are doing the rest of the weekend and I am not so sure I care to do anything else. I didn’t sleep much this week and my back and neck are hurting extra bad this week.
I am going to go clean up my mess now…the kitchen is covered in flour and dirty dishes. So am I. I cleaned the whole flat today, even mopped the floors, just so I could get flour on everything. It’s like making the bed, it just gets messed up again. I would say there is no purpose to cleaning just to get it messed up again, but when I am cooking it makes for less cat hair in the food I prepare. Seriously, if I didn’t clean up before baking then it really would be hair pie.
Okay, the hair pie story goes like this:
I used to go to my (former) friend Andi’s house for Thanksgiving every year in my early twenties and bring silk chocolate pie. Her Grandma was funny, she used to plead with us to sneak her cigarettes and booze and she couldn’t hear very well. My friend and I were serving pie and asked her Grandma if she wanted pie. Her Grandma said, “What kind of pie?” and Andi answered with a short list of pies that were available. Her Grandma, being hard of hearing, said, “What kind?!?” and Andi responded sarcastically with “Hair pie” at a normal tone thinking that her Grandma would not hear her. That is when her Grandma said, “What the hell kind of pie is that?!?” and we broke into uncontrollable laughter. We didn’t explain. We just served her the pie.
Good times.
You can get anything you want, at Alice’s Restaurant
Excepting Alice
You can get anything you want, at Alice’s Restaurant
Walk right in it’s around the back
Just a half a mile from the railroad track
You can get anything you want, at Alice’s Restaurant