Thanks, everyone.
This is how I think of Thanksgiving.... bunch of friends of all stripes getting together and sharing good eats and good conversation. I had a period while raising my daughter when Thanksgiving became a nuclear and extended family thing. (Everyone wants to spend the holiday with the grand-kid/niece...)
But, prior to that, I used to always do what I referred to as "Orphans Thanksgiving". I've been working in German and Swiss-German owned companies for about thirty years, and there were always new arrivals who'd not quite figured out yet how big the holiday was. So I'd invite over as many as we could fit into the flat, and do the whole bit. After year one, they were on their own, but I reckoned I at least introduced them to pigging out, American style. Alas, I couldn't convert them to football!
You've inspired me to get off my butt! I'm going to be in Thailand for Christmas (my girlfriend is doing classes in massage therapy and can't get more than a day off), and didn't feel like cramming a turkey into a busy work day over here, so I'm having Tweengiving ('tween Thanksgiving and Christmas) on the 9th.
Turkey (ordered - 12 kg... have to do Butterball, they travel well)
Oyster Stuffing
Lumpy Mashed Potatoes
Candied Yams
Cranberry Sauce (can't get fresh cranberries here - have to go with bottled)
Gravy (copious quantities - I'm a legendary saucier)
Mushrooms of all sorts (for the gravy, for a side dish, for a snack)
Whatever greens look good the day before (hopefully brussels sprouts, they're in season here)
Pumpkin Pie (for me)
Christmas Pudding (for the HK natives who love it)
Wine, Wine, Wine, Wine
Thus far, 1 Canadian, 1 French, 1 Turkmenistani, 2 Americans, 1 Mauritian, 1 Indian, 6 local HK Chinese.
You're all invited, of course.... it's the apartment with the light on! (Actually, those ARE the towers I live in - lower left foreground where you see a cluster of them, unfortunately they're pretty much in shadow, but I'm the guy waving from the window.)
Thanks again.... you could've filmed it in Aroma-rama, though! I can't decide if I'm more looking forward to eating the dinner in a couple of weeks, or to having the smells wafting through the flat for the day. There's nothing quite like that Thanksgiving aroma.