YOU GUYS. I did it. I hosted Thanksgiving in France with around 30 people in my tiny French home. And I did this all with the help of two other Americans. Everyone else was either French or Swedish and there was one lone Bahaman.
This is the first year I was able to find a turkey here. They don’t sell them in stores so I had to go to the local farmer’s market. I ordered my two massive turkeys about a month ago and when I went to pick them up on Tuesday, they were there in all their huge, turkey glory. Unfortunately, they were actually too big to fit in my oven! Thankfully my neighbor (and my son’s teacher) offered her house and her much nicer oven to cook the turkey in.
We had turkey, mashed potatoes, sweet potato casserole (a favorite among the Frenchies), green beans, salad, biscuits, bread, cranberry sauce, pumpkin pie, apple pie, banana pudding, and ice cream. It was magnificent.
You might be wondering why I think hosting this Thanksgiving is that big of a deal. It sounds very similar to what you probably do every year. But for me, it was so much more. I was able to create – with the help of course of my other American friend – a very typical American Thanksgiving dinner. Specially when you never know if you’ll be able to find the right ingredients or if they’ll even taste the same.
I wanted to do this dinner so that our French friends and my husband’s teammates could really see how we do it. A true American celebration.
And we killed it.
When I cut the bag open to get to the turkey, the juices spilt all over the floor. It took three people to get it contained and then we ended up having to mop it up after. My husband found out that he and the teammates from last year had something to be at the night of Thanksgiving at 6:45 when people came over at 7:30.
But you know what? It all worked out. It was later than I would have liked, I forgot to put out the coffee with dessert and we have too much wine left over but it was so enjoyable. My heart was so full after the evening, I just loved it.
It is helpful to serve a bunch of laid back basketball players that really only care about eating.
Even 30 people might not sound like that many people, but look at these dudes. They are very large, big appetite basketball players. But hey, I like a challenge and this was a big one if I’ve ever seen it. My biggest goal of the night was to stuff these guys silly. The second goal was to make sure it tasted good and the French enjoyed our lovely American tradition.
Nailed it on both accounts. BAM.
Now the French can say that they’ve experienced how Americans stuff their faces with food and more food and then some desserts and also some wine. I poured a glass of wine for a friend and I had poured a little extra and she was “woah!” I said “Welcome to America! This is how we do it! More, bigger, better!”
This guy. I know I said in my last post about Thanksgiving that he kinda just shows up. I was SO wrong. He might not lift a finger in the kitchen (he doesn’t) but man was he invaluable. He got the long tables and benches we needed to seat everyone. Helped me clean and set up the house and did most of the clean up when I was too tired to lift a finger!
We are a good team, me and this guy. I feel rather blessed to be on each other’s team. We’re gonna rock this thing called life, I’m just sure of it.
And then since I didn’t get a family picture (UGH!! I always forget!) here are my beautiful boys who I think are rather stellar as well.
I hope you and your family and friends had a fabulous Thanksgiving as well! God bless you this holiday season and don’t forget to sit back and relax and enjoy it all!