Poetry Friday: Thankful From Afar


I am thankful to be hosting Poetry Friday this week. What is Poetry Friday you may ask? Click here for a great explanation. I've been a member of this community for a number of years, but have been a bit irregular in my participation the past 2+ years because I moved...

Herzlich Willkommen in der Schweiz! (Warm welcome to Switzerland!)
Thank you for coming to my home in Hünenberg See, Switzerland for Poetry Friday this week. I am happy you are here. 😀

Swiss chocolate and Swiss cheese at its source.













Happy (belated) Thanksgiving! Being an expat in Switzerland has brought a new appreciation for a lot of things I took for granted in the United States. (Not the least of which is the English language!) Thanksgiving has always been a holiday that I frankly was not that fond of in the past. Many years have been celebrated by eating Turkey Tacos (much to the chagrin of my eldest daughter). But now that I live abroad and the fourth Thursday in November is just like any other day, I long for a traditional Thanksgiving with family, turkey, and days off.

I miss my US based family all year long, but most especially on holidays. Since we couldn't do much about celebrating with them this year, we did invite our downstairs' neighbors to a traditional American Thanksgiving for tomorrow, Saturday.

This invitation is ending up to be a pretty big undertaking. First off, our neighbors are German, from Berlin, and we will be sitting around the Thanksgiving table speaking only German. We know more Deutsch than they know English! It will take our language learning to the next level!

Then there is the food. Finding a turkey is no easy task in Switzerland. Turkeys are native to the Americas, not Europe. As such they are quite expensive when you do find them. If you go organic, you really pay for it.













(The exchange rate right now is $1 = CHF1)

We were able to find an affordable-ish bird locally, but it is not organic nor fresh.

Saturday night's dinner!

Hopefully 2.8kg will feed all 5 of us!





Generally speaking, the turkeys here in Switzerland are smaller than the American birds. One reason for this is the ovens here are generally smaller. A common US oven is 30 inches while a Swiss oven is only 23.6 inches. Smaller ovens necessitate smaller birds.

Now if you are not interested in cooking your turkey yourself, there is a local service, Truthahn Taxi (Turkey Taxi), that will deliver a cooked turkey dinner to your home.











You can tell that they cater to expats as their menu is in English, but the prices are definitely Swiss.

















Needless to say, I couldn't get my husband on board with this Taxi service. Maybe next year there will be a cheaper Truthahn über service. (See what I did there?)

So far our hunt for cranberry sauce has been fruitless. (I did it again!) But the potatoes for mashing, gravy, green bean casserole, and pie ingredients have all been purchased. Now we just have a Saturday of cooking ahead of us!

And finally being in Switzerland at Thanksgiving makes you notice the severe absence of a 4-day weekend. Again, it's just another Thursday in November.

But today is no normal Friday, it's Black Friday! The Swiss do Black Friday in a big way. And interestingly enough, the Black Friday sales advertisements are in English. (Nicht schwarz Freitag.) Too bad we don't get the day off to shop though...

Today's poem is about an unlucky turkey whose relocation efforts defeated her on a certain Thursday in November.

There once was a turkey named Dot,
A new life in Europe she sought.
She got her way
Until Thanksgiving day
Then sadly ended up in a pot.
©2019, Bridget Magee. All Rights Reserved.

Switching gears from an unfortunate turkey to our good fortune of
being gathered together in our shared love of poetry on this 
Thanksgiving weekend. Have you ever celebrated a holiday abroad 
in a country/culture where it was not acknowledged? What did you 
miss the most? Let me know in the comments. 

And be sure to leave a link to your Poetry Friday post below.

Thankfully yours,
Bridget