Well, we already celebrated "Franksgiving" a few weeks ago, when my publicity-shy sister and brother-in-law were here (I think I'm allowed to say it was a GREAT visit, as long as I don't post photos [apologies to cousin Gil, who always says that there are not enough photos in my blog....]).
I had an interesting morning yesterday, when I got up early to cook for the Lone Soldier's Thanksgiving Dinner. 1000 soldiers who are here without family (and able to get the afternoon off, which evidently disqualified another 6000 soldiers) will be joining together for the meal. It's quite impressive to see the loooong Google doc get slowly filled in as the weeks go by and more and more people sign up to bring parts of the meal. 50 people signed up to bring cooked whole turkeys! I, perhaps not unsurprisingly, was not one of them. I did, however, make two of the 25 pans of rice (much more my speed) and brownies. Thanks to having a car this year, I am helping out two neighbors and taking their cookies and sweet potatoes up. Teamwork!
I also baked for neighbors who had had a death in the family. Walking down the street, I saw this taped to the wall:
I don't really know these neighbors at all, and they are sitting shiva in another city, so I sent a cake over. While baking, I thought to share this photo, as I find it hard to believe that this is how baking ingredients are sold here:
A final note regarding food issues: while at a routine appointment at Hadassah Hospital yesterday, I wandered into the new mini market that had just opened. I was surprised to see something I truly cannot imagine seeing in a US hospital: