So the bad thing is, I forgot Thanksgiving Day. I know that sounds strange, but I live in Italy so that sort of thing can happen. No gigantic billboards with a Butterball turkey in these parts if you know what I mean.
And although my daughter goes to a bi-lingual school, apparently Thanksgiving is not on their list of holidays to celebrate, maybe that’s because there are no Saint Thanksgivings. (and I just had a quick peek on Wikipedia here to be sure)
Right, so no cute little brown turkey cards were sent home this year reading Buon Thanksgiving, or maybe it would have been Buona Thanksgiving, and so I forgot.
By the time I remember, it’s too late to organize anything and our flat is full of boxes, and somehow I just can’t imagine my husband sitting on a cardboard box having Turkey and candied yams. So no Thanksgiving dinner.
‘Sorry guys’ I say to my kids ‘I forgot Thanksgiving’
‘I promise next year, I will cook a gigantic turkey that we will have to eat for 5 days straight.’ I say
They just stare at me, and I’m pretty sure they are totally devastated but trying their best to hide their disappointment.
The good thing is we had this ultra chic Christmas cocktail to go to held by my friend Sergio Antonini.
and don’t ask me how one of these things has anything to do with the other except Thanksgiving is about being thankful, and someone was truly,(and I am totally not going to mention names) and seriously thankful to be at this cocktail and not eating Turkey on a box.