Here in England, for obvious historical reasons, Thanksgiving is not a national holiday. But surprisingly, 1 out of 6 families do celebrate Thanksgiving. We are one of the 1/6th.
This year we had no visiting relatives or friends, and we decided to forego the traditional turkey. Canadian waters have produced a surfeit of lobster that are now flooding our supermarkets, and we thought instead of the turkey, we’d indulge in lobster. We prepared a festive dinner, and after a few pre-dinner drinks, finished preparing the dinner by putting the lobsters into boiling water for the prescribed number of minutes. The table was set, but we decided to crack open the lobsters and remove any inedible bits before taking them to the dining room.
Unfortunately, when we opened them, the lobsters contained very little meat. I learned today from a friend that in America, lobsters weighing less than a pound are called “chicken lobsters.” They look like adults but are not yet mature and have little meat.
Well, they might be called chicken lobsters in the States. But ours were real turkeys.
We still celebrated Thanksgiving. I reached into the freezer and took out a couple of pizzas we’d made earlier in the month. The champagne helped the thanksgivings along.