Big Bird
Brandy and the oven roasted turkey
Peanut, Nirit, Brandy, Peanut, and Victoria (Brandy's sister)
Fabio, Peanut, Peanut, and Thiemo,
As Lia and Lorenzo would never eat a farm animal, they refused to sit at the dinner table with the rest of us. Instead, they sat under it, feading each other and choking on some really good zwieback. Gobble.
Some cranberry sauce might have helped to gulp that thing. Cough. Maybe next year.
Lia's first Thanksgiving was a huge success! An all American girl deserves an all American Thanksgiving dinner, including two big turkeys, a ton of mashed potatoes, countless pumpkin pies, very sweet sweet potato treats, and a BIG bag of zwieback. Everything was provided by Brandy and her American family, plus her very Italian husband and four of his funny Italian friends. Saying that we had fun is a big understatement. When we left, Thiemo had purple lips from all the Italian wine he was drinking with Fabio. I think that says it all.
A year ago, Thiemo and I were sitting all alone at our IKEA table with a giant store-bought, precooked, and exceptionally dry turkey as our centerpiece. My belly was so big back then that I could hardly reach my plate, but that was probably just an excuse. It was a very sad attempt of trying to become more American. This year, however, we did a great job of blending into the American (/Italian) mainstream. Thanks to our perfect host!
Brandy and the oven roasted turkey
Peanut, Nirit, Brandy, Peanut, and Victoria (Brandy's sister)
Fabio, Peanut, Peanut, and Thiemo, gathered around the fried turkey in the backyard
As Lia and Lorenzo would never eat a farm animal, they refused to sit at the dinner table with the rest of us. Instead, they sat under it, feading each other and choking on some really good zwieback. Gobble.
Some cranberry sauce might have helped to gulp that thing. Cough. Maybe next year. 
3 comments:
Hey guys, I'm glad you had such a good time! Wasn't there a story about Thanksgiving being the feast of the pilgrims thanking God or whomever for their first harvest that would enable them to survive their second winter in a strange country without being dependent on the kindness of strangers with feathers in their hair? Well, something like that anyways - and what I mean to say is: it takes time to grow something good and it's well worth the time and it's even better when, in the end, you get to share it with kind people who have been there before you (even if they don't wear feathers - although - they eat big birds .... I wonder what they do with those feathers .... oh, nevermind ....), because I guess that means you have somehow arrived ...
Looking forward to seeing you soon and feasting and laughing just as much!
Love
Uli
oh, lecker. Da läuft einem ja kurz nach dem Frühstück das Wasser im Munde zusammen!!
Die Peanuts suchen die Zweisamkeit, wie süß!!!
Schön, dass ihr bald hier seid!!!
LG, Tante Su
Uli, the story was the pilgrims came to America, almost died of starvation but the indians saved them by helping them plant corn and other native plants. They had the harvest, all ate a big meal together and for dessert, the pilgrims slaughtered each and every last indian!
Now, doesn't that make you feel all warm and fuzzy?! I'd like to celebrate being thankful for all the wonderful people in our lives and blessings great and small that we have every day.
Nirit, you HAD to put that photo of Lorenzo stuffing zweiback in his mouth, eh? ugh. At least Lia looks awfully cute!
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