Thanksgiving international style

Our English-speaking church in Salzburg hosted an international Thanksgiving.

As Canadian delegates, we felt it our patriotic duty to make Nanaimo bars.  The kids and I had made them the day before.  (They're supposed to "age").  They came out a bit rough around the edges, clearly a home-job and nothing you'd sell in a bakery, but good enough for a pot-luck where no one knows what they are anyway.

But what a hit!  The moment I set them out, I was descended upon by a flock of admirers who took a great sudden interest in all things Canadian and wanted to know exactly what was in them, especially that yellow stuff in the middle, and whether they might please sample one for quality assurance.  I shooed them away, seeing as we hadn't said grace yet, let alone started the main course.

Well, grace couldn't come soon enough.  The first two turkeys were gutted within ten minutes, and Therese volunteered me to carve the next one.  I found a knife and a pan to set the slices in, but the latter was wholly unnecessary; a flash-queue formed at my elbow as soon as I started slicing, and I spent as much time serving the turkey as carving it.  Not part of the original job description, but it was fun nonetheless.

Cornelia loaded her plate with enough desserts to feed three people, but she was inspired and finished the whole set.  Therese stayed for clean-up crew (anything to avoid bedtime child-duty), while the girls bussed me home, seeing that their tired father needed to be put to bed.