Posted by Friday on December 02nd 2007 to
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I had planned on trekking to Montreal for Thanksgiving weekend, but the need to pay my last respects to the patriarch threw a wrench in those plans. Fortunately, I was presented with a delightful alternative. A recent Free State Project transplant to New Hampshire from Rhode Island graciously offerred to host Thanksgiving dinner in her home for other Free Staters without family close by. As she posted on an online discussion forum popular with NH liberty activists, “perhaps this year I could celebrate it with my new Porcupine family and make it special for those that would otherwise be spending it alone.” There are now over 500 FSP participants in New Hampshire; that number is about evenly split between participants who were living here before NH won the state vote, and participants who have moved here from all over the U.S. (and even a few other countries) since then. While many Free Staters brought their wives, husbands and kids along with them, dozens have come solo. In fact, one Thanksgiving dinner wasn’t enough to accommodate the freedom-loving hordes; there were actually two dinners, one in Winchester (in the western part of the state) and the other, the one I attended, in Manchester, in the center of the state.
The hostess offered to roast a turkey and asked other attendees to bring the side dishes. Response was overwhelming. 30 people RSVP’ed, with as many as 35-40 saying they might stop by. One person volunteered advance freezer space and to provide decorations, dinnerware and a 39-cup coffee maker. One person donated a 10-14lb turkey. People who don’t even live in New Hampshire pitched in with cash contributions. But so many people RSVP’ed that one turkey in the hostess’ home clearly wasn’t going to suffice. The location was moved to a large Victorian in the north end of Manchester (coincidentally, the same one I arrived at after my cross-country journey of 4342 miles for freedom).
On the menu: 3 Turkeys (one donated, one cooked by a “sous-chef”, and it took three kitchens and a crock pot to roast them all), Stuffing, gravy, Ham (you’re welcome guy-who-refuses-to-eat-turkey-on-Thanksgiving), lasagna, hash brown casserole, homemade cranberry sauce, two apple pies, two pumpkin pies, cheesecake, wine, liquor, pumpkin eggnog, deviled eggs, mashed cauliflower, yams, squash, green bean casserole, a… fancy… pecan pie, homemade bread, Kentucky bourbon balls, hummus.
I asked what it would be most helpful for me to bring and was surprised to be told “two pumpkin pies”. I would have thought pumpkin pie would be one of the first things to get checked off the list. But OK, cool, I can do this! I’ve made pumpkin pie before. Despite having had a bad experience on a previous Thanksgiving where I waited until the night before to buy supplies, resulting in finding my local grocery store completely out of canned pumpkin pulp and a stockboy giving me a look of pure disgust when I timidly asked if they had any more… I waited until the night before to buy supplies. But at least I had a Plan B! I went to the grocery store closest to my office, knowing that if they were out of pumpkin, there were three other stores I could hit on my way home. Fortunately, I found everything I needed on the first try.
Thanksgiving morning, and an eery pall hangs over the state of New Hampshire. Hear that? It is the sound of libertarians cooking.
Friday’s Thanksgiving checklist:
third degree burn? check
broken toenail (don’t ask)? check
pumpkin spilled all over the inside of the oven door? check
pumpkin spilled on the floor? check
emergency trip to the grocery store in the middle of pie-making process because I counted my chickenseggs before they were hatched made into pie? check
Things I’m thankful for: only being responsible for two pies
I arrived at the house shortly before dinner was scheduled to begin. There were at least a couple dozen people there, many of whom I knew and several of whom I didn’t. It’s getting hard to keep up with all the new Free Staters. One entire room was needed to hold all of the side dishes and desserts. Hors d’oevres were in the TV room, and the various roasts were laid out on the dining room table. The hostess, looking fetching in a red halter-top cocktail dress, told everyone to dig in. No one needed to be told twice. Much chomping, chewing and glazing over of eyes ensued. The living room was dubbed “the Tryptophan Room”, as several guys retired there to pass out after the meal. Sadly, our attempt to paint a Cool Whip moustache on one of them was foiled; damn those light sleepers!! A Ridlio was filmed by the Liberty Zombie himself, not sure if it’s online or not. After dinner, there was ongoing nibbling, belching, lounging, and a ribald game of anti-authoritarian Scrabble during which attempts were made to make up new rules, and words. The guy with the biggest gun on his hip was called in to serve as Arbiter of Legitimate Vocabulary.
I originally intended to call this post “orphan thanksgiving”, but that’s not really accurate. We’re not orphans; most of us have families. They’re just somewhere else. But as the original Pilgrims did centuries before, we’ve journeyed to a strange new world, replete with less obtrusive government and, fortunately, not lacking in turkey, in search of greater freedom for ourselves and our posterity. And for that, I’m truly thankful.