Bonjour mes amis, and Happy Thanksgiving! Although there are many days that I miss Paris, Thanksgiving is not one of them. Having spent my last two turkey days there (where my daughter did not have the day off school, there was no football on TV, and turkey, cranberries, pecans, and canned pumpkin were scarce commodities), I am beyond thrilled to be in Texas for Thanksgiving this year. We have even had a well-timed cold snap, lending the season an authenticity that is so often lacking in these parts. I had forgotten how much I enjoy the plethora of radio and newspaper stories about pie crust, lump-less gravy, and the never-ending variations of dressing and squash recipes. Food, food, glorious food! For a few short weeks I am surrounded by talk of food and how to prepare it, serve it, and eat it. It has been heavenly.
My two daughters came home from college yesterday, completing our family of five and filling our little townhouse to capacity. I think Sawyer the Wonder Chien is as happy as I am to have them all home.
I am overwhelmed with gratitude for the abundance in my life. For family and friends, of course; for the joy I receive from good books; for my love of preparing food and feeding it to my family. And, of course, for the amazing opportunity to write a blog about my experiences in one of the most beautiful cities in the world. Thank you all for reading it, and for celebrating my good fortune with me. Sharing it with you all makes it even more amazing.
And most of all, for my husband, who heightens my joys, softens my sorrows, and makes my life more abundant each day.
I wish you all a very happy Thanksgiving, wherever you may be celebrating it.
P.S.- Technical difficulties are preventing me from updating my “On Top Of My Nightstand”. I am reading a great book called Americanah by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie.