November 28, 2019
Here it’s just Thursday
in the restored brick cottage
out back of Shortmead House
on the northern fringe of Biggleswade.
After a week of grey and rain
the pocked lane is laced with puddles
down past the football pitch. I slip
into six layers and trudge into town
to stock up on sweet potatoes. I buy
a box of brown sugar, a vial of vanilla,
pecans and coconut for the casserole
your great-grandma used to make.
Tonight our feast is beans over toast,
jacket potatoes sprinkled with cheddar,
chased with an ale and a savouring
of sticky toffee pudding and cream.
Tradition can wait until Saturday
when Heike comes up from London
and your Mimi swings by to join momma
and daddy, Gramma and Grandpa
crowded around the kitchen table.
Late in the night you’ll nurse milk
Late in the night you’ll nurse milk
fortified with cornbread and casseroles,
flavoured with pumpkin and pecan pies.
Nothing says Thanksgiving like expats
offered food on a late Fall night
to share in the warmth of newborn life
and family that spans two shores.
Thanks to a saint from south Georgia –
a Biggleswade Thanksgiving feast
donated to the new parents
by Georgia expat Sara Miller.
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