Did you have a nice Thanksgiving? I did, although it was a very French one, beginning with foie gras and sauterne and ending with an old Calvados. Best of all, the rôtisseur roasts the turkeys so I don't have to do them. My first year in Paris I bought the traditional turkey, very proud of myself for finding one after many démarches infructueuses*, only to discover when I got it home that there was no way it would fit into my un-American-sized oven.
Art Buchwald once wrote how his chef (back in the days when Americans were rich in Paris) served the longed-for Thanksgiving turkey as a boneless dish, completely flat as if run over by a steamroller.
A lot of Americans in Paris celebrate Thanksgiving on Saturday, since Thanksgiving is not a French holiday and not everyone can get off work. I did that for the first few years, but after a while I realized I wanted the children to understand what a special day it was, and went back to celebrating it on the traditional Thursday afternoon.
A skipped school in the afternoon and I had to call up the school to explain. I feel as if my nose is growing each time I tell some ridiculous fib. But the truth is not a good idea. The last time I tried it, the school receptionist, a very kind woman, firmly said, "Je dirai qu'elle est souffrante**."
* vain attempts
** I will say she is in pain.