Some surprisingly smart and clued up people in America have been known
to say to me, with a sense of awe and surprise, “What? So they don’t celebrate
Thanksgiving in England?”
To which I reply that although by and large we’re pleased that the Pilgrim
Fathers didn’t starve like dogs on their American adventure, the folks back
home still don’t necessarily see it as a cause for nationwide
celebrations. We prefer to save our dry
turkey and our family-related angst for Christmas.
Many Thanksgiving traditions are still pretty alien to me – not least
the green beans in mushroom soup - but one tradition I rather enjoy is carved butter. My local supermarket is
selling butter in the shape of turkeys,
moulded rather than carved I suppose, if you were being a stickler.
But here in Nicholson Towers we decided we’d go for something more
hands-on, both more minimalist, à la Carl Andre, but also more ancient: I give you - Butter Henge.
It's handcrafted and artisanal, right?
