Tomorrow is Thanksgiving people! Are you as excited as I am to sit around and eat your A's off? I'm so stoked, I can just taste the sweet potatoes now--soaked in butter, brown sugar and marshmellows...mmmmm.
So, in honor of the big day, I wanted to share the best Thanksgiving experience I've ever had. Believe it or not, it was when I was living in Paris.
I wasn't with my family, I wasn't with my life-long friends, I didn't have my husband or children yet, and I wasn't in even in the country that celebrates Thanksgiving. In fact, the Frenchies were like, "Mince alors, ces Américains!"
I had no turkey or stuffing. Instead a French family I knew invited me over for a distinctly French meal with baguettes, salade, raclette fromage, sausage, and frog legs. Yes, I ate those slimy little legs that I once dissected in 7th grade. That part actually sucked. The part that totally didn't suck was how grateful I was for what I had. It's like that old adage: "Absence makes the heart grow fonder." I missed my family, I missed my childhood friends, I missed American turkey and cranberry sauce...but I loved them even more than I thought I could. I was grateful for my country. For my freedoms. For my ability to travel. And seriously,being in Paris in Fall was amazing. Walking the cold streets with my jacket pulled up around my ears braving the wind, taking the Metro, speaking French with strangers, and munching on pain au chocolat. It was incroyable.
How about you? What was your favorite Thanksgiving ever? Bon Appetit!