Curcan (kur-kaan') means turkey in Romanian.
Chickens are everywhere in Romania. One sees them in all villages, as many homeowners keep them for eggs and for meat, which in part explains why virtually all Romanian village yards are fenced. But curcani are less common. They are definitely not a regular part of Romanian cuisine. One does not order a hot turkey sandwich at a diner there, as one might here in the States, and I doubt that the turkey club sandwich will be popular there until golf becomes so.
This year we are having Thanksgiving dinner at the Silver Fox Inn in Waterville Valley, New Hampshire, hosted by MICAN Alexandru (din Bistrița), whom we have known (as an adopted nephew) for the past five years. Alexandru is now working as a manager at that resort hotel, and has invited us to use its spacious dining room. Many of our friends from last year's Thanksgiving celebration will be joining us there, including native Romanians Roxana (din Brașov), Titiana Morariu (din Sebeș), and Daniel Rusu (din Cluj), along with Shirley, me, and our son Alex. Tomorrow I will be driving down to Revere, Massachusetts, to pick up Titiana and her roommate Natalie Avilán (de Colombia). We will be thinking also of our recent visitors from Romania, Monica and Alexandra, both of whom we will miss at this year's celebration.
I am thankful to God for all of my friends and relatives, students and acquaintances, colleagues and fellow bikers. I am thankful for my family, and for my health. I am thankful for happiness.
To curcan-lovers and turkey-shunners everywhere, I wish you all a