Flying Turkeys-Andrew Hardy

Thanksgiving is a holiday that I'm probably the most apathetic about. Canadian Thanksgiving isn't a big deal and happens on a different date (Second Monday in October), so I don't visit family. I enjoy the food, but eating too much is really uncomfortable for me. What I usually get stuck doing is coming along to the orphan thanksgiving dinner for our Quaker Meeting. People who don't have family visiting or to visit all congregate in an old couples house to have a potluck meal. My parents usually cook a large portion of the meals because my dad enjoys cooking and my parents have an odd feeling of guilt about providing for the people in our meeting. I end up helping with the preparation, and I pity any person stuck in a sexist domestic life forced to provide for large numbers of people, especially on a regular basis. My parents do end up making pumpkin pie, and this is a favorite of mine. We usually bake three or four from the months of October to December. At the potluck there are usually numerous pies as well. The other favorite part of Thanksgiving for me is that the couple that hosts has dozens of little wooden puzzles. They're usually a geometric shape like a rhombohedron with several different pieces and you attempt to place them together to form the original shape. I have had little luck with solving these sorts of puzzles. In a state of mind muddled by starch and elderly people's conversation, it is extraordinarily difficult. The few moments of joy when I've completed one of these puzzles would be my fondest memory of thanksgiving