So here I am, in Paris, France, making Norwegian Meatballs, as much like my Mom used to as I can while in France. The ingredients may be a little different, but the reason is the same.
And this Thanksgiving, I am thankful for the opportunity to live a new life in a new place, to learn from another culture while retaining my own, and to make new friends.
And tomorrow, I wear the fat pants.
Happy Thanksgiving, everyone.