No. 63: le boucher (the butcher)
One thing I love about celebrating Thanksgiving in France is the fact that I can’t make my own turkey because my petit four (small oven) is too petite for monsieur Tom Turkey to fit a few legs in, let alone his whole body.
So for the past two years, I simply head to my favorite boucher, Olivier Kermorvant, on rue de Grenelle, and order a turkey a week before the big day. Et voilà, on feast day, he expertly roasts it for me, and I send Superman to pick it up. Easy-peasy! Talk about taking the stress out of a busy day. I am spoiled.
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I very lovely bird and a very lovely group of young friends! Love reading about your American Thanksgiving adventures!
Happy American Christmas to you!
Looks like you had a wonderful Thanksgiving! So glad to see the girls with you! Happy times!
Just Button, Kitcat is still in London…she made her very first Thanksgiving dinner yesterday. How can I have a college-aged girl celebrating holidays without me? I hope you had all the kids home for the turkey.