Thanksgiving in Bowmanville

I know, I know, it's nearly an entire week removed from when it actually happened, but I'm getting to it!

Anyhoo, Carley and I went to Bowmanville for Thanksgiving dinner with her parents on Sunday. Why Bowmanville? Why not? Actually, Carley's maternal grandparents live in Bowmanville, hence, Bowmanville. I think I've met just about all of Carley's family now, save for a few reclusive cousins (geography, after all, requires a very studious mind). They have nothing on my family.

It also turns out that the cultural divide in the world is not as wide as some would have us believe. Grandmas everywhere are the same. They are only out for one thing: To make sure you never, ever, even after you're dead, go hungry. Not like it matters, it was excellent food.

So yes, it was very good fun, I love doing the family things, as long as I'm not the centre of attention. Which, luckily, Carley's Uncle Gary and Aunt Marsha made sure I wasn't.

And, for the record, for actual Thanksgiving, my family went to Montana's after their weekend away. That was very good, too. But slightly more expensive. Grandmas are very economical.