Eleven years ago we arrived in USA. It was a warm November in Texas and we were somehow unprepared for a sunny blue sky that greeted us in Dallas/Fort Worth airport. We were dressed in our winter European coats and while we were parading through customs we noticed people in Tshirts and shorts. This was eye opening to us and soon we pulled down our heavy coats and started enjoying the warm weather.
Texas was as distant from our European experience as it probably stands out from the rest of US. Even though different we liked it a lot.
One of our first brand new encounters with American culture was Thanksgiving. This is a holiday that is practically not celebrated in Europe. The second year after our arrival we were lucky to be invited to a traditional Thanksgiving dinner to savor and revel in yummy homemade meals served on that day. We liked that tradition and enjoyed year after a year the hospitality of our friend who shared her table and love of life with us. We were a young married couple without children and were happy to accept invitation to a home where family was gathered to celebrate together. A few years later, however, our paths seperated and we found ourselves in California, in a new land again, and without friends.
Our life in California was different in that aspect that we already had our first daughter and we were dedicated to create traditions for her to remember. I set out on a mission to cook up that first turkey for her and us. Year after year it became a stronger and more meaningful for us to celebrate. And year after year it became easier for me to whip up a delicious meal for all of us as my girls grew up and are able to help now. Today they set the table and made beautiful decorations for us to enjoy. They used fresh rosemary, oregano, acorns and apples to create custom centerpiece. And after that we indulged in turkey, mashed potatoes and green beans with garlic. Oh, and I almost forgot, cranberry sauce. Yummy!!!