To all my Kano friends who go through the Thanksgiving predicament every year, here in our home away from home in the land of enchantment.
It started out wrong a few decades ago, a thanksgiving dinner for my family who had no idea what the heck thanksgiving even was. First in the early 1990’s trying to find a Butterball Turkey, Cranberry Sauce, or the ingredients for sausage stuffing. Hell Paul that should be simple enough. Then I remembered that I was the only one who had any idea how to even make the gravy.
One year one of my ships was pier side in Subic and it was Thanksgiving Day. The Ship’s Master opened the galley to family and friends. I know the ship’s cooks must have loved that. But the ladies absolutely loved the meal, but then proceeded to crush my feelings, when all the girls said in unison; “Is that how it’s really suppose to taste? Daddy that was good!”
The Thanksgiving food search every year came to an instant halt. Unless another ship pulled in and I could get invited inboard to eat.
But Olongapo was growing and expanding with new restaurants coming on line every month. Now Thanksgiving Dinners were popping all over the place, reasonable prices, heaping plates but no divan or college ball after you eat to complete the day. But a meal worth waiting for, and sharing the day with old shipmates doing the same thing with our families.
There we were at the Sit-N’-Bull in the Barrio, now a strange thing happened, it was a repeat of something that occurred when my granddaughter Heather Colleen was at a pancake house and found that pancakes are served with ice cream for breakfast. You could see the joy shinning from her pretty eyes. But here was the shock, her mother ate bacon her entire life, and yet my granddaughter never had. The look I gave my daughter made her whither. Colleen, tried my bacon, and I ordered 2 more orders of bacon and maybe a third order if needed. One other thing that drives her father’s family crazy is Colleen, will when out to eat, will pass on rice and requests mashed potatoes and gravy. I accept the blame for that.
But one more shock happened at Thanksgiving, she is 14 now, and this was the first time she ever had turkey. Now I was in shock, but she liked it, and of course there was mashed potatoes and gravy. Cranberry sauce didn’t make it to her hit list!
But Thanksgiving is meant to be with family, the food has importance, but the company is what really makes the day worthwhile! Happy Thanksgiving Day!