So, I am going to be trying to cook a Thanksgiving feast here in France this year. I have always spent the holiday with my family and friends in California, but obviously flying back for a slice of turkey and my mom’s most amazing yams is a little excessive, so voila! The holiday is technically on this Thursday, but that isn’t very convenient for everyone here as it is still business as usual so we have decided to move it to this Saturday. As resident American in the house, I have been given the Thanksgiving baton to wave at everyone and try to get them to do things that are meaningful to me and meaningless to them. Shall we?
1. Eating a meal that is technically a dinner anytime before 8 30pm. When we decided to have people over at six, everyone looked at me like I had a yam growing out of my ear.
2. Serving all the food on the table all at once. The idea of a non-coursed meal is a little odd here. We eat in courses even at a small modest lunch between two people. To me this sometimes means you eat luke-warm food, which to the American palate is bad news.
3. There is a giant pumpkin-like vegetable on our counter. I told everyone it was for pie. Madness ensued.
4. One cannot just bring any dish to the table. There is a specific list of acceptable items and even though it is a big feast, foie gras is not an option. I think.
5. Lastly, today I will attempt to find a turkey. Language difficulties aside, this should be riotous.
So, as you see it should be interesting. We will have a cool cultural mix here, which is always the case and I am hoping that everyone will have a great time and not be too confused when I put everything on my plate at the same time. An update after the meal is obviously necessary. Stay tuned and wish me bonne chance.
To all my lovelies back at home, I wish you all the best meals and memories on this year’s feast tomorrow. I truly wish I was at the table with my sweet mom, laughing at the hijinks that occur when you have too many glasses of wine before making the gravy.