Happy Thanksgiving, my dear friends! Like last year, it’s a bit strange being here in the Land of No Thanksgiving, knowing that at home the grocery stores are all bursting at the seams and kids are flocking home from college. I don’t miss the crowded stores as much as I miss the kids coming home! If any of you has sightings of my offspring, please tell them to slow down and quit texting. Thanks so much.
We will be feasting on Friday with our table fully extended for ten. Like last year, I ordered a cooked turkey and gravy, and will be rotating the side dishes through my one tiny oven and then zapping them in the microwave before they go to the table. My poor refrigerator is already groaning with all the provisions I have stuffed in it. It’s times like these that I miss my old “walk-in” fridge! It looks like we will be having pretty standard Thanksgiving fare, although we will substitute potato gratin for mashed potatoes, add a cheese plate and, of course, lots of French wine. And a few baguette. With ample French butter. Yum.
I hope to have some visual aids to share after the dust settles and the dishes are put away and the guests have gone home. In the meantime, I hope you all have a memorable Thanksgiving wherever you are. I am so thankful for my time in Paris and for you, my friends, who so graciously encourage me write about it here.
Merci. Merci. Merci.
Mais Oui Paris 