It's so confusing, with both countries having identically-named celebrations so many weeks apart. Since we're Canadian, my husband refers to the holiday of our neighbours from the south as "Yanksgiving" (tongue-in-cheek and not intended to be offensive) to differentiate. It doesn't help that my brother married an American and, alas, this means that there is yet another
major holiday dinner to attend with food that tends to be far too calorific. I have a hard enough time with my weight as it is, but once October hits, I'm tempted to just throw my hands in the air and give up--if I didn't know that I would pay for it in the end.
This year it's my turn to host our family Canadian Thanksgiving dinner. Since neither my mother-in-law nor I eat turkey, this means that I'll only have to have enough of that to feed seven--two of them small children who are fussy about their food at the best of times. (My son will make up for it. Puberty--the whirlwind that empties the fridge!) I'll just get a stuffed turkey breast, because with mashed potatoes, dressing, orange jellied salad, cranberry sauce, three kinds of vegetables (including brussels sprouts, of course!), green salad and several kinds of bread and rolls... I'm not even certain that anyone will make it to the pumpkin pie stage! (Except my nephews. The elder will loudly proclaim the rest of the meal as "gross" and then demand to be served dessert when the rest of us have just sat down to begin eating. I think I've mentioned my demon-spawn nephew on the Special Snowflake thread before... seven years old, going on two. <sigh>