This Thanksgiving was the first time we haven’t been home in the US to celebrate. Celebrating Thanksgiving in France was an educational experience, a little bit sad, and, as it turned out, a lot of work!!
Since we didn’t have family to celebrate with this year, we planned a big Thanksgiving dinner with another American family. It was nice to have others that understood the tradition and to help share some of the cooking-particularly since, stateside, I was always given pie making duty. No one was ever crazy enough to assign me anything more difficult.
What started out as a small(ish) celebration with just two American families, turned into a massive sixteen person extravaganza. In terms of our usual Thanksgiving gathering, sixteen is still small, but we could only fit so many people inside a tiny French apartment.
As it turns out, the French (or those that we know well) are fascinated with the idea of Thanksgiving. What we see as a normal holiday, the French see as an intriguing American tradition. I guess you can’t get more American than celebrating pilgrims, indians, stuffing ourselves with food, watching football and giving thanks for our blessings.