Talking turkey

We are into the season of traditions. First, comes Thanksgiving; next comes Christmas. Both involve a lot of family time and both involve lots of turkey.

While we are giving thanks, let’s hear a few words about what most of us like to be the object of our thanks. I heard someone ask last night how many turkeys Americans use for Thanksgiving. Taking the Internet as the source of all truth, I found a figure of 65 million (out of a total of 300 million each year). The number seems a bit odd, and apart from Christmas, I wonder when Americans get down to tackle those other turkey. I also wondered a lot about turkeys and found some interesting turkey facts earlier this morning. Reading them can be your exercise after dinner.

Poor President Obama last night had to preside over the annual presidential pardoning of two birds, named Apple and Cider, and he nearly cracked up totally, but plucked up enough courage to carry on. He might have been shellacked at the polls but he still has some stuffing left in him, so did not want to split his sides laughing. He is articulate most of the time, but yesterday he uttered stuff that was nearly gobbledygook.

Our church will do its usual Thanksgiving dinner today, but yesterday, while looking to cool out near the Cathedral, I found myself involved in setting up for that. I saw four turkeys cooked; dozens of cans of cranberry sauce; turkey gravy in cans; potato mash in boxes; pumpkin pies in cases; bread rolls in plastic bags; apple cider in bottles. All of that comes as donations, including a lady who just happened to find herself with an extra turkey.  It should be a good feed for the more than 100 people expected. There will be enough left for the Christmas dinner. Our dinner will be for a mere people, but with our own brand of seasonal servings: for instance, conch fritters will be there, as will be Thai red curry and squash soup (not typical, eh?).

We got up on this cold, damp morning to take part in the annual Bethesda turkey chase–a fund-raiser as well as being for fun racing. It was not a ridiculously early start–8.30–and we were not about to do the 10km run, but the gentler 2km walk. Some of us were less than well rested as another batch of family were coming from the airport and landing on the doorstep after midnight. So, as the sun took the morning off, we went through the list of needed items. T-shirts? Check. Numbered bibs? Check? Lip balm? Check. Uggs? Ugh. I mean check. Really? Put on some sneakers! Turkey chasing as a fashion statement?

As we rolled up for the start, it was a shock to see the near 10,000 participants crammed on to the sidewalk and pressing to the start. People talked happily and it was very much in keeping with a holiday that most had a smile and were ready to be jovial.The bagels and power drinks offered after the chase might have satisfied some, but we were heading home for home-made waffles with strawberries and blueberries, and hot chocolate with organic cocoa just brought back from Guyana. A bit different.

All will be madness tomorrow as that infamous shopping day unfolds. I remember a previous Thanksgiving when the overseas contingent had bought so much stuff that the van barely had space for the people. In these recessionary times can the Bahamians curb their natural proclivity to shop till they drop?

But, not much time to spend on blogging. The first of the NFL games is due on, and while I have no affinity to either Detroit or New England, I’m into traditional fare of all kinds :-). Happy Thanksgiving.

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About The Grasshopper

Professional international economist, recently retired from an international organization. I use blogging as a way of organizing my ideas and thoughts about a range of topics. I was born in Jamaica, and spent many years being educated, living, and working in the UK. I lived in the USA for a few decades, and worked and travelled abroad extensively. My views have a wide international perspective. Father of girls. Also, married to an economist.
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