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The Diary
Anne Ku

23 November 2000 Thursday





Tonight as my American friends gobble up their turkey dinners, I made myself hot and sour soup from a packet. There is no sign of turkeys on this side of the pond. One wonders why anyone would bother celebrating Thanksgiving when Christmas is only a month away.

I made my first turkey dinner when I was sixteen. I researched for the best recipe and cooked and fussed the entire day. By the time the dinner was over, I fell asleep from exhaustion. My poor guest had to spend the entire evening alone with my parents.

The next time I had the opportunity to cook turkey was Christmas in Canada. My friend's dad had bought a huge eighteen pounder for the four of us. I didn't want to fall asleep again, so I decided to try something different. I chopped the bird into many pieces and made different types of stir fries. By the time we gathered for dinner, the table was covered with all sorts of diced turkey stir fries in different sauces. Needless to say, no one dared to offer me a turkey to treat after that.