I've known this for years, but somehow "American holiday" never fully computed to "not observed elsewhere in the world." This year I got the picture.
We didn't have Thanksgiving Day off, or the following day either. We didn't even leave early on Thursday. It felt odd! An American family in the office graciously hosted Thanksgiving dinner Thursday evening. They had turkey imported through a local Hyatt and we cooked the rest of the traditional meal with resources available to us.
Speaking of which, I threw together this green bean recipe from my heroine The Pioneer Woman. Please try it soon. You'll be glad you did.
This is the oven in which our food was cooked.
It may be small, but it produced some miraculous tastes of home.
Some people got cranky while waiting on the oven.
The meat from the Hyatt was delicious!
Here's the full spread. I wish you could smell it.
Never in my life had I been so thankful to see a casserole! I told a British friend that this food was "slap your momma good." Apparently that phrase never made it across the pond... I received a baffled and unamused response.
Unconventional though it may have been, I was thankful for friends with whom I could give thanks and for our front-row seats to miracles of justice and restoration.
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