Canadian Thanksgiving

Last Monday (14 October) was Canadian Thanksgiving, and we decided a proper celebration was in order. On Saturday night our Canadian friends, Chris and Clare, graciously decided to host our gathering of 6. The other guests were Kiwis who've never celebrated a Thanksgiving before. On a mission to make it as memorable as possible (for the stomachs of all involved), Megan prepared a trio of southern Thanksgiving dishes, and boy were they good! The southern hemisphere definitely gained a few sweet potato (*) casserole fans.

(*) sweet potato is known as kumara in New Zealand.

Green bean casserole, corn puddin' and sweet potato casserole (with brown sugar, pecans and toasted marshmallows)

I need to take a moment here to commend Megan on her fantastic preparation. Everything was truly delicious, and quite a lot to prepare in our miniature kitchen. Look at how far we've come in the last 2 months!! 

Rob in Chicago.

We followed up dinner with a hilarious game of Cards Against Humanity (how I've missed you). In honor of the occasion, we christened our Canadian Conversion Kit. Much merriment was had by all. 

Rob is thankful for:

1. Megan of course! My beautiful wife of 1 yr is responsible for so much excitement in my life. As anyone who know us (and/or follows this blog) knows, Megan's a gal who makes things happen. From the giant things (moving to NZ) to the everyday (arranging weekly quiz nights at the pub), she does it all, and I'm much the richer for all these experiences and sharing my life with her.

2. Sal's Authentic New York Pizza. No lie, it's legit and the perfect stop off on the way home from Friday post-work drinks.

3. Magic fairy dust on the internet that lets us procure Parks and Recreation within 24hrs of airing (not again NBC!!)

4. The long summers I used to spend at Nana's house in Haileybury, Ontario. Nana had a huge garden (more or less the entire yard) where my brother and I would spent hours wandering between giant raspberry bushes, ostensibly to pick a few buckets of berries for a raspberry crunch desert, but mostly just to eat
them directly off the bushes. Shirley Marguerite Barry (née Scott) passed away this weekend at the age of 92. Love you and miss you Nana.