Feature & Follow Friday

Gain new followers and make new friends with the Book Blogger Feature & Follow! If this is your first time here, welcome! .

The Feature & Follow has two hosts, Parajunkee of Parajunkee's View and Alison of Alison Can Read. Each has their own Feature Blog.

How does this work? First, leave your name here on this post, (using the Linky tools below.) Then you create a post on your own blog that links back to this post (easiest way is to just grab the code under the #FF picture and put it in your post) and then you visit as many blogs as you can and leave a message in their comments section.

And today's question, set by the FF hosts, is: What’s your favourite Thanksgiving Day food? If you’re not American or Canadian, what is your favourite holiday food?

Here in Britain, we don't celebrate Thanksgiving Day. This festival's historical roots can be linked to our ancient harvest festivals and the English Reformation in 1536, and while some people still celebrate a harvest festival this isn't a national holiday and there isn't a particular food associated with it.

What we do have, which might interest some readers, are Corn Dollies. No, you can't eat them, (not unless you've the teeth and digestive tract of a goat), but these charming objects are still believed by some people to bring luck into a home just so long as it is not removed again until the next harvest, when it has to be replaced by a new Corn Dolly and the old one burned. Whether you believe this superstition is, of course, entirely up to you.

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Unknown said…

I like the idea of a corn dollie. Thanks for sharing that tradition.

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29 November 2013 at 17:25

Adele Cosgrove-Bray said…

You're welcome, Donna. I'll reciprocate.

30 November 2013 at 09:35

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