Oooh! A poutine party! I’m in.
Honour labour favourite… any other words the Americans misspell? Doughnut.
We have a shop called The East West Oriental Store where they sell jars of something made by “Lady’s Choice” and it’s called “Cheeezy Spread”. Yes, with an extra “e”. I don’t think I can bear to try it, but I keep threatening!
Malacandra
I’ve lived overseas, including Bahrain which is practically a British colony of some sort, and yours is the first explanation that has ever made the slightest bit of sense. Mind you, I still wouldn’t claim to actually understand the game, but I have some hope of eventually doing so 
Kotick
Indeed, crickets are tasty when grilled. My daughter, who is half Thai, eats them whenever we’re in Thailand. I have a dark suspicion that she mostly does it just to watch me flinch. The dead legs sticking out of her mouth and appearing to wiggle and kick when she chews is especially endearing! :eek:
All
Us expats in Saudi get ALL the holidays. I’ve had Canadian Thanksgiving, American Thanksgiving, and am looking forward to the ten-day holiday of Eid in a few weeks. We’re absolute holiday-whores and will cheerfully celebrate anything that gets us a day off. 
(Note: It’s probably shameful to admit it but the Canadian Thanksgiving was actually the best.) I’ve just gotten home from the American Thanksgiving at the Embassy and there is something fundamentally wrong with a party where several of the “guests” are wandering around with automatic weapons and sawed-off shotguns.
Regards
Testy
I was with you up until the gun part.
So sad.
resumes turkey-ing
Well, we had one last summer before you moved here, but I’m sure I could be persuaded to have another… with a new Montrealer (and ANOTHER ONE, I’ll tell you later), we should have two experts for the making of it!
Glad to help. Much more explanation is available on request. 
Ginger, where’s the nearest Wegmans? I mean, we can get squeaky cheese at the Amish market, but only sometimes and it’s not always fresh. If there’s a Wegmans nearby, however…yummy, squeaky cheese!
I think y’all should talk about the metric system.
There’s a Wegmans close to me. If y’all promise to make poutine at Dope the Halls, I promise to bring squeeky cheese. Sounds fair to me.
Robin
'Merkin here, getting ready to stuff my face with deliciousness, and just wanted to say:
I loved Intermission (assuming we’re talking about that movie where Colin Farrell decks that chick, and that other chick has a moustache but not as bad as Tom Selleck’s?)!
Hilarious. I want to rent it again, or buy it actually, but finding it’s a bitch because it’s a foreign film. :rolleyes:
Oh, wait, shouldn’t I be taunting you guys? Um, English toilets are weird, beans are not breakfast food, and what was that disgusting bacon-like substance they served with my full English brekkie? (My apologies to Irish, Aussie, and other foreign dopers, I’ve never visited your countries, so I can’t taunt you properly)
Back bacon?
(Koo loo koo koo, koo koo koo kooooo!!!)
There’s a Wegman’s in Hunt Valley, so quite a haul for you… but they’re planning to build one near Columbia, I’ve heard.
::looking in sheepishly::
I’m American, but can I play?
I love Australian rules football. I don’t know much about the rules, but I don’t care too much about the rules - I like to eye the gorgeous Australian footballers. They tend to be muscular, blond, tan, and hot, and they wear little tank tops and short shorts. Woo-hoo!
I like LaCrosse, too, but it’s hard to find a game on the television here. I love hockey, and LaCrosse is similar enough to hockey to draw me in. The misfortune is that it’s marketed to the 18-34 year old male demographic, which means that the games are soaked in loud rock music. I’m a 51 year old woman, and it puts me off. But the game is exciting and fun! Our local team here in San Jose sucks, unfortunately.
Did I miss the poutine party? I have Montreal-style smoked meat sandwiches. tempts invitingly
Ohh, yes. Those are some snug wee shorts. Hmm. And now: Pineapple Lumps, Jaffas, All Blacks, Piha. waves flag frantically
Oh do I have a treat for you!
OK. December 6th is Constitution Day, a National Holiday in Spain.
December 8th is The Immaculate Conception, a National Holiday, only this year since it’s a Saturday the Central Government didn’t set it as such, but still - all Autonomous Governments but one did. So, Holiday.
The however-long-weekend formed by those two days plus the nearest weekend is the “December Bridge.”
December 3rd is St Francis Xavier, aka Day of Navarra, Holiday in Navarra.
So, December 3rd-8th, with the possible addition of one or two weekends, gives us the Foral Bridge.
But ah, the Patron Saint of Pamplona (Navarra’s capital) is St Cernin or Saturnine, whose feast is November 29th…
“Bridge” is too short a picture for this. In Pamplona they get their own Holiday Acqueduct
My sister used to work up north. She got Paddy’s day and July the 12th off I do believe.
Posh Spice looks rotten. Scary Spice looks more beautiful now than she did in the heyday of girl powder. David Beckham is one of the most successful sportsmen on earth and his wife looks like a plastic goblin.
**Cricket ** is a game I’ve never understood but I like the sheer decadence of it. I like that Ireland’s cricket team beat Pakistan but I don’t like that there were riots over it in Pakistan.
I’ve never actually seen Intermission but I just thought I’d throw that in there.
Zebra & Ivylass, Kiss my shiny fleshen ass and enjoy your turkey or tofurkey or turducken or whatever you’re eating.
Well, that’s terrible! Considering how hard it was for me, a lowly 'merkin, to have stumbled across it… well, it’s just shameful! 
Seriously funny, though.
Well, to my lowly 'merkin sensibilities, anyway.
Nava
Decent. Now there’s a country with some holidays! I gots to go find me some Spanish!
Regards
Testy
Malacandra, that was an excellent description of cricket, and the first time it’s made a lick of sense to me as well. I think I’d need to sit down and actually watch a few games (matches? contests?) of it before I fully understood, but that helped a lot.
When I was in college at the University of Georgia, I’d walk my dog in a large park near town every weekend. There were a bunch of Indian students at the school, and a group of them would often be out playing cricket. I’d watch for a while, but couldn’t make head or tail of it.