Being here, i definitely miss certain aspects of the Canadian culture. Thanksgiving does not exist down here. There aren't any freezers full of turkeys, red leaf centerpieces, or smells of Cinnamon and cider lingering throughout the stores. It was quite saddening, but, spur of the moment, the girls called me up and asked if I could help prepare an Aussie thanksgiving dinner. We cooked up some ham with pineapple, chicken stuffed with homemade stuffing, cooked carrots, mashed potatoes, with an amazing platter of homemade desserts. To top it off was some great boxed white wine (aka goon) and amazing company. After starting the cooking, I went to pick the girls up from school. And, of course, on the way back, about 300 feet from the house, a police car pulls me over. I wasn't really sure why, as I was definitely not speeding and all the girls had their seat belts on. So i pulled over to the left side (I panicked for a minute because i wasn't sure where I was to pull over) and the cops, in their checkered uniform, came over. Apparently, I had to participate in a random Breathalyzer test that they do regularly in Queensland. I would like to point out that it was about 6pm and that I did NOT have anything to drink. The cops looked at my Ontario licence (confused) asked me where i lived, which i continued to point to the house across the street and then told them about Canadian thanksgiving. We were going to invite them but figured they were to busy working. We got home and then destroyed our dinner. It was amazing.
thanksgiving salutations,
luv Jenn
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