• Food,  Travel

    Thankfulness in a Himalayan Bar

    I don’t know what most women do when they’re seven months pregnant, but I ended up cooking a French-themed Thanksgiving dinner for my extended family. Totally reasonable, right? I’m not often home for the holidays—and usually in a country that doesn’t celebrate Thanksgiving—so I guess you could say I was a little enthusiastic this year. Though it included gratin dauphinois and haricots verts rather than the typical Midwestern jello salad, this Thanksgiving was all-American to me: no fighting to find ingredients, no Skype calls, no expat friends standing in for flesh-and-blood family. It was the perfect American holiday. Yet, I have to admit, my favorite Thanksgiving story is far from this American perfection.…