First Thanksgiving party of the year last night. The hostess (a fellow American, naturally) had all the guests make hand turkeys, which the Brits were surprised to learn I personally did every year at Sunday school (and sometimes grade school, too). Too bad I seemed to know the least about what a turkey actually looks like… redeemed by my inclusion of copious amounts of American stereotypes (including an inaccurate Abe Lincoln a totally accurate Rutherford B. Hayes beard). Also note: my friend’s ‘Cubist’ turkey called ‘Rabbit’.