The more I think of it, the more I wonder why we don't do a whole lot more things with our "upstairs" neighbor - Canada. I went to my next door neighbor’s place on Saturday afternoon to celebrate the harvest, or what Jen calls “Canadian Thanksgiving.”
Her husband, Joe, is from a family of 11 brothers and sisters … and they, and all their families, were there … as were friends … and friends of friends. Everyone brought something to eat. I made pumpkin scones with cream cheese icing and homemade cranberry sauce. They were instantly lost in a sea of food (three birds, vegan soup, several gluten free dishes, cakes, pies, veggies of every kind, cookies, homemade pretzels, stuffing, gravy and more).
The kids all had a blast and no one really wanted to go home. Luckily for me, I live right next door. All total, there were 70 people fed and they still had leftovers. We did our forefathers proud!