Merry Thanksgiving?

Here's an interesting recipe for ye ole melting pot of cultures.....

Ingredients
Thanksgiving weekend 2010, USA
1 little 'once upon a time' middle class Maharashtrian lady doctor with receding hairline
1 really little 'once upon a time' middle class Maharashtrian husband of said lady
1 cross faced Tamillian lady disguised as best friend of above lady doctor
1 broadly accented, wine purveying doctor husband of Tamillian persuasion attached to cross lady, prone to calling the quarterback "yidiyot!"
1 very quiet and still lovely non-matriarch type parent of cross looking lady
1 very pretty and equally tiny Amrikan graduating daughter of Maharashtrian couple
1 small, sweet, very spoiled and killed by an absurdly high pitched piercing tone Amrikan daughter half way through dentistry school daughter of Tamillian couple
1 dudey, bearded, accented, MBA'd, med school to be completed son of Tamillian couple with freakishly small feet
1 pie baking, white American girlfriend who for some strange reason isn't thanking her givings with her family
2 well travelled, divorced, bemused and clearly invited out of pity, sticking out like sore thumbs Bengali schoolmates
1 turkey that surprised the hostess by being delivered whole and not sliced (later rectified by surgeon hopeful) accompanied by mashed potatoes, cranberries, corn on the cob, stuffing and gravy from Publix
1 green bean casserole
1 cabbage type salad tinted by turmeric
1 nos. items resembling poha which could have been rice
1 mixed vegetables with aspirations of being grilled
Bread
6 desserts of non chocolate origins - apple pie, pecan pie, pumpkin pie, apple/cherry cobbler, mango mousse (of the fake variety), cherry pie

Method
Randomly throw together all the ingredients along with American football, dinner split between large dining table to seat those aged 40 and well below and kitchen table for those 50 and above. Blithely add some utterly indiscriminate raving about ChickFlic? Chicshack? FlicChick? and their amazing, out of this world and they'd make a million, nay a billion extra each year if they just stayed open on Sundays with their spicy chicken sandwiches, fried chicken and other assorted chicken concoctions that bring on squealing fit for a 12 year old girl at the sight of Menudo by all at formal dining table, bar the bemused Bengali women. Throw in some fevered calculation about how many years 1,000 Sundays would be (and a range of conclusions from 20 to 200 years), temper with some of the latest gossip that shock the children about known neighbourhood couple splitting and let simmer. To spice it up, have haphazard photos taken by charmingly barking Tamillian doctor, "Don't turn, don't turn... tchah! you turned" and add whipped cream (light) to all the desserts. Wonder to yourself how any of these children could be out of their teens (but save that for a raucous discussion in the car on the way home). Thank everyone and take home the leftover green been casserole.

Without a doubt, the oddest dinner party of the thanksgiving variety I've been to. Perhaps it is the punkin' pie that makes the 22-25 year olds chatter, squeal and ruminate with great excitement like 15 year olds about all this inconsequential and good old fashioned hospitality and pity that saw us there.

Clearly, the calorie content makes this a 'must be careful while consuming this during cynical (?) middle age years'. Till next Thanksgiving........