Sad are the stories about soldiers posted to far corners of the earth having to eat their turkey out of ration cans. Other people away from the U.S. on Thanksgiving face challenges, too.
An organization I belong to, Paris Alumni Network, joined American University Clubs for a Thanksgiving dinner, making for an intimate setting of 200.
The pumpkin soup was delicious. It was downhill all the way from there. The slice of turkey was dry as usual. The dressing had never seen the inside of a turkey. Grey and stiff, it resembled congealed mush. The corn and green beans were canned. Baked, carmelized sweet potato slices were barely passable. The cranberry sauce (lower right) was the real mystery – a meat-based gravy combined with some sort of rose-tinted berry about the size of tapioca, nothing faintly like any cranberry I’ve ever seen (most likely pomegranate seeds).