a bordelaise thanksgiving

My (already decent-sized) family is lucky enough to have lots of relatives on both maternal and paternal branches of the family tree, so Thanksgiving weekend typically has two massive feasts: the Chinese side on the Saturday, followed by the Taylor side on the Sunday (and a day of yoga pants and recovery on the Monday). Some of my friends have been able to join in the festivities when, for whatever reason, I have deemed them to be ‘homeless’ on Thanksgiving (not allowed where I come from). This holiday – the one time of the year to simply be grateful for food, family and friends – has always been a time I make sure to be home.  Up until now.  This is the first time I’ve not made it back to Canada with my family for Thanksgiving. Read More