Several years ago a buddy of mine was off studying Classical Chinese in Taiwan. Labor Day came and went without comment and he was never much of a Hallowe'en person, so again no problems.
Then came Thanksgiving.
He comes from a very big family and Thanksgiving was THE big holiday. And here he was in Taiwan with only a few other people at his language class who he vaguely knew. Needless to say he was both depressed and desperate.
One of the gals from the institute, an American, grabbed up my buddy and another American -- look! TGIF (yes, they had one, in Taichung City, if I remember right) is having Thanksgiving dinner! Let's drive!
So they got to the restaurant. There was the Thanksgiving Special! "Turcey (sic) Dinner with Trimmings." Fearful, they ordered it anyway. It proved to be sliced turkey deli meat, warmed up, with brown bean gravy, a small amount of mashed potatoes, and a fruit compote. Needless to say, again, they were all vastly depressed.
The next morning my buddy woke up. Another guy at the institute, who was South African, called to him -- "Get down here! If you don't hurry up all the turkey will be gone!"
Once bitten, twice shy, he went down the stairs ... to a kitchen with cold roast turkey, bread, cranberry jelly, mashed spuds, sweet potatoes, etc., etc.
Bug-eyed, my buddy looked at him. "Where did you get all this?"
"Well, I celebrate Thanksgiving, don't I?"
"But you're South African!"
"Yeah, but I spent time in Japan. Some of them picked it up with the Occupation."
"But were in Taiwan, not Japan!"
"Yeah, but there's an English pub up the street.
"What do the English have to do with it?!"
"Oh well, you see he spent time in Japan, too, and so every year he cooks up big Thanksgiving dinners for all the American expats living over here."
So the moral is leave it to a South African living in Taiwan to find a Brit who lived in Japan who knows how to celebrate an American holiday.
True story and the cooler therefore.
Happy Thanksgiving, folks, and be thankful for dice, friends, and life! Slainte!