Believe it or not this weekend saw our first Thanksgiving celebration at home. Despite 50 per cent of our family being American. Umm…
Usually if we celebrate it’s because we happen to be visiting family on one of our very well timed visits.
But this year we thought it was high time that we bit the bullet and admitted that actually we should really do something. So we did.
And here is evidence of Parsnip peeling.
We even brought in the wood, invited friends around and assembled the cheese board. The boat was pushed out.
We also thought it was high time that the children started to learn about American history, those pilgrims and native Americans, that feast and naturally how to make silly hats.
Candles were lit.
And the smelly one too.
The children were allowed to watch football. And we ate and drank and were thankful for every last minute of it. Happy (belated) Thanksgiving.