It really didn’t feel like an entire year had passed since last Thanksgiving. Before I knew it, another 12 months had passed & here we were, getting ready for this Thanksgiving.
Olivier & I made the trip into Paris so that we could go hunting for exotic imported items: cranberry sauce, pumpkin pie filling, boxes of stuffing & canned sweet potatoes. You know – really fancy stuff.
Luckily, there are a few American grocery stores in Paris, but in November, we get all of the necessary Thanksgiving supplies at a place called…um…Thanksgiving.
So, Olivier took the afternoon off from work. Hey, this is France – people are working. It’s just another day here.
It was still a typical Thanksgiving day, however. There I was, in the kitchen, the combined scents of turkey & pumpkin pie wafting out toward the living room, where Olivier was lounging on the couch, watching the game.
Ok, so it was a rugby game instead of a football game.
Naturally, before we sat down to eat, we had to make a couple of drinks & have some snacky food for apéritif.
After that, it was time for gluttony.
Although…I suppose that this doesn’t look very Thanksgiving-ish, what with the table being so bare…
…it’s only because the big mess is still in the kitchen.
We gorged ourselves until just before it became painful. Olivier had a severe case of the turkey gargles & I was slowly easing into stuffing shock. There was nothing we could do other than to let our bodies go completely limp while our tiny feline took over. We watched helplessly as she slurped & slopped gravy & turkey carcass.
Afterward, while we were digesting & after I had summoned enough strength to walk again, I had to call home back in the states, of course.
I was repeatedly ambushed by my camera-wielding husband as I paced around the house chatting.
Like I said, it was a pretty typical Thanksgiving – over eating, the husband watching sports & trying to get away with eating whipped cream straight from the can. Apéritif & a good French wine with our dinner of imported food.
Ok, well…maybe it wasn’t so typical.
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How splendid that you were one of the few turkey coma victims in the whole of France.
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It sounds excellent to me!