After weeks of planning, ordering a turkey and stuffing to be cooked for us, and finally getting my mom in town to help organize, our Italian Thanksgiving became a reality. I think the children will definitely be confused about what is Thanksgiving and what is Christmas since we waited until Mid-December to celebrate, but it was still wonderful. Weeks before I had Ricki write out, begrudgingly, the story of the first Thanksgiving in English. He surprisingly read it with great enthusiasm before our feast, and I later found out it was a trade-off to shorten his grounding. All the same, props to him- he sounded like a native American (pun intended).
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| La mia famiglia! My real mom was taking the picture. |
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| A true feast: green beans, turkey, stuffing, cranberries and sweet potato fries. My stomach is growling. |
Yum!!!!!
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