Thanksgiving is not celebrated in Israel, of course. I think this is pretty much a North American holiday? I only know people in the US and Canada who celebrate (and even that’s not on the same dates, I believe).
All that said, we have this family thing with coming up with new family traditions. Obviously, an oxymoron, I’m not sure which of our “new traditions” will hold up even until next year. One such tradition that we keep talking about is a new holiday to celebrate our prehistoric ancestors. The idea is to have one day, or evening, in the year, in which we’ll live like ancient cavemen. No electiricy, no modern tools or utensils; just sleeping outside by the fire, maybe in a makeshift cave, eating whatever we can cook on an open fire (and marshmellows won’t be on the menu). We’re still working on the details for that one, including the right timing…
But I digress. This post is about my decision to use the date to add a multi-cultural touch to our dinner tonight. No turkey here, not even a super huge meal, but we will set time aside to talk about this holiday and do our own little speech giving thanks to the universe for all of the good things we have.
And on this note, I’ll end with a message to all of our American friends:
