American Thanksgiving, Coonass included

No worries to everybody, I did get an actual Thanksgiving dinner, although the fascists at the United Nations required that I work that day. These kinds of things are borderline un-American, but when I told them all I got was the whole "we're not an American organization" story. No respect for the modern day hegemon.
But anyways, all was well. A bunch of the American interns at the tribunal threw a bit of a pot luck Thanksgiving dinner after work, with turkey and all the trimmings.
This year, as fate would have it, I got to continue my Thanksgiving tradition of spending some time with a coonass. While this years festivities did not include frying a turkey in Whitey's garage with the mighty coonass duo of him and Boudreaux, the neighbor of the broads who were hosting the dinner came over. And wouldn't you know it, she is a genuine coonass whose family never left Nova Scotia. Goes by the name of Comeaux. So the streak is still alive.
Needless to say, good times were had by all, even by the coonass French Canadian and the two regular Frenchies that were invited as well.