I have vague memories of it. Had no idea what it was all about. Back then my English was very limited and I wasn’t familiar with some foods Americans are accustomed to. We lived in Germany at the time. I had zero friends, but my then husband was invited to the home of a coworker. I bought a potted plant I found at a grocery store where a clerk spoke Italian. That’s what Italians do, they bring flowers and dessert. Dessert would have been a better choice as the couple had four boys. Sadly, I don’t remember their names, I do remember the food. How can I not?
First time I saw a turkey that size…first time I ate corn. When I told my family back in Italy about it, no one believed me. Reminded me corn was for chickens.
And cranberry sauce, another first…but what impressed me most was the sweet potatoes dish with marshmallows on top. To this day it doesn’t feel like Thanksgiving without sweet potatoes with marshmallows on top. Those little sweet white things had me puzzled and my husband convinced me they grew on bushes, like berries. Yes, I was that naïve.
I’m sure we all have our own interesting stories and I’ll be happy to read yours if you feel like sharing.
Happy Thanksgiving my friends. Go make memories and pick some marshmallows on the way.