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2585. I thank my lucky stars

I thank my lucky stars that I’m not like the widowed mother of five that lives next door. She barely has two cents to rub together. That’s because she and her late husband never saved. I saved and that’s why I can thank my lucky stars on Thanksgiving Day.

These vagabonds have only themselves to blame. I asked her if she was doing anything special for Thanksgiving, and she said it would be a normal day but maybe she would try to bake a pumpkin pie. I said I was sick of pumpkin pie and was making a pumpkin chiffon torte with Grand Marnier whipped cream. I asked her if she was doing a turkey, and she said “Goodness me, no. The expense!”

“What’s Thanksgiving without a turkey?” I asked. “I’ve got a huge turkey. In fact I’ve got a real turkey to cook and a big plastic turkey that I’ve had for years. Every Thanksgiving I fill the plastic turkey up with chocolates and give myself a special treat. It’s the advantage of living alone; there’s no greedy-guts pinching my chocolates.”

I also asked her if she wouldn’t mind mowing her lawn before Thanksgiving. The grass is too long and it looks unsightly.

So today I thank my good fortune that I’m not up to my neck in debt like that woman next door. Sorry, but I can’t remember her name. I’d tell you if I remembered in case you wanted to help her out; although as I always say, helping people out is the quickest way to make yourself poor. You’d soon have nothing to thank your lucky stars for.

2010. Happy Thanksgiving!

Every year, apart from whose turn it was to cook the turkey, the Haslett family drew lots as to who would bring what on Thanksgiving. Over the years it had crumbled a little into abeyance because Olga always did the pumpkin pie. In fact she usually did two pumpkin pies. Even those who detested pumpkin pie thought that Olga’s pumpkin pie was to die for.

With her husband off work now with various shut-downs, money was a little tighter than usual so Olga was pleased that in an earlier time she had made some pumpkin purée and stored it in the freezer. Everyone else was a little hard-pressed for cash too, so they all jointly decided that they would make do with ingredients they could find without too much extra expense. Decima’s husband had an excellent vegetable garden so the responsibility for side dishes fell to Decima – although Stacey said she’d do a salad. It was Connie’s turn to do the turkey, and Arnie was an expert at concocting homemade apple cider.

All went hummingly. It was pumpkin pie time! It didn’t look quite right, but Olga said she had varied the ingredients a little according to budget demands. Oh dear! It turned out not to have been pumpkin purée at all, but carrot soup. Both are orange. Everyone screamed with laughter, but coupled with an extra glass or two of Arnie’s homemade apple cider, all agreed it tasted none-too-bad.

Happy Thanksgiving to all my American friends!