Evendays

There is no official Thanksgiving in Lausanne, unless you come by our house. The 20 pound Turkey was just enough (we’re thinking maybe it wasn’t 20 pounds) and there were all the veggies and the sweet potatoes, which Wife found I-don’t-know-where because they really DON’T exist here. But they were on yesterday’s table. 29 people enjoyed each other’s company and the food. I truly believe it was in that order.

Those present? Some Americans, some travelers, Son 1’s group from Marseille, Let’s Start Talking contacts, here a person… there a person… Pecan pies and pumpkin pies, plus a Lausanne Thanksgiving Tradition: Agatha’s Chocolate Mousse. If the Pilgrims didn’t have it on that first Thanksgiving, they definitely should have.

A few people were missing who should have been there. But some were sick. Others have moved away. Others have gone on to be with the Father. And we missed them all.

How can it really be Wife’s favorite holiday? She plans for weeks and cooks for days. She makes sure that everyone who needs to be there is there, and if they can’t make it, why she just schedules another one (next week, Friday night at 7:00 pm). Do come on by. Just call ahead of time, please.