|Andrew and his masterpiece.|
The biggest paradox I have run into this year concerns the grand old American holiday, Thanksgiving, and of course, the French. How, I wonder, do the French fail to celebrate or even have an equivalent of the American holiday based on the two things the French love to do? That is spend
|Not much a chef myself, but anything for Thanksgiving|
celebrations with the French family.
|Andrew feels up a Turkey. Not that way,|
|Admire my exacting enthusiasm, s'il te plait.|
|When told they could only have one of the following: cheese|
or wine, the French selected wine, bien sur. But they overruled
our Thanksgiving and served cheese anyway.
And so began the French-fryed Thanksgiving 2008.
|My Nana's Jewel cookies for our festivities.|
|The preparations ended up being way more |
fun than we thought.
|Andrew cuts the bird.|
|My first Thanksgiving with wine.|
Even if Thanksgiving is a bit of a farce, at least what I said I am thankful for, is completely true.
|Alex and her host siblings.|
Maybe it is time for new traditions, he said.
|My beloved host parents|