Doodle-Ventures: American Thanksgiving a.k.a. one long food coma

For the first time in my life, I went to the U.S. this year for American Thanksgiving (or, as they call it, Thanksgiving). I’ve heard stories of how big a celebration it is down there, even bigger than Christmas (!!!), but it was a shock all the same when I finally experienced it for myself.

So. Much. Food.

I went to visit some dear family members in Kansas, which — thanks to my election prep studies — I now know is located right in the middle of the country. We left Toronto in the middle of a snowy, slushy night and arrived in balmy Kansas City where you don’t even need a jacket.

We landed just in time for Thanksgiving dinner and ate nonstop for five days until we returned home. No regrets!

I thought I’d be sick of turkey dinner after having our own Thanksgiving about a month ago, but nope! There can never be too much Thanksgiving dinner!

It seems only fitting that today’s doodle also be all about food.

35, 36, 37 & 38/500 Your Breakfast, Your Snack, Your Lunch & Your Dinner
35, 36, 37 & 38/500 Your Breakfast, Your Snack, Your Lunch & Your Dinner

Our short trip down south was full of culinary firsts for me, including the following Thanksgiving favourites:

  • turkey stuffed with Chinese sticky rice (a family tradition)
  • green bean casserole
  • cranberry relish
  • sweet potato pie
  • Italian Christmas bread (you know, the big round loaf filled with dried fruit that comes in a big box)

And this is only a tiny fraction of what was laid out for dinner that night. I’m still feeling the after effects of all that eating.

As good as all the food was, the best part was — prepare for cheesy sentimental reflection — spending time with my family. I met my cousin’s squirmy, inexhaustible, too-cute-for-words baby and their jealous dog for the first time. (This dog is about five years old, and I’m only just meeting her for the first time?! Unacceptable. Family, you need to move to Toronto now.)

If only every holiday could be spent surrounded by these people I love. For that, I’d be willing forgo a good night’s sleep. I’ll take the screeching baby and barking dog every time … or at least until the food runs out.

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