One Thanksgiving some years ago, Lady G and Lionheart found themselves in France during Thanksgiving. They were wandering the small, twisty streets of Le Marais, the Jewish section of Paris, having found, at last, and enjoyed, the Picasso Museum, and having been informed that an American restaurant in the vicinity was serving a real American Thanksgiving dinner, turkey and all. They had not been away from the States long; it wasn't as if they were ex-patriots, dying for a taste of home. Still, it seemed appropriate to try to celebrate, somehow. It was not to be. When they finally found the establishment in question, it was just closing, although it was still quite early in the evening. Lady G and Lionheart made their way back to their incredibly sleazy hotel (the one with the rock-hard bed and the rock-hard-hearted proprietors) and thought about what to do. There was only one thing to do, and Lady G did it: she trotted back out onto the street and found a boulangerie, where she purchased some baguettes, and a fromagerie, where she chose some cheese -- and this pair of French staples was their Thanksgiving dinner. Don't feel bad; Lady G also made a third stop, at a patisserie, and so the pair had scrumptious tartes aux stuis and profiteroles for dessert. Traditional Thanksgiving? Hardly! A taste of Paris? Most definitely!
Lady G's Thanksgiving-related writings (sometimes located both on Helium and on Yahoo Contributor Network/Associated Content, so both links are provided):
